Stop the Noise

Ever think about noise

The refrigerator that hums at night 

Thinking 

It’s communicating something important 


Sleep finally embraces you 

And it becomes the perfect hour

For a lawnmower 

To begin trimming the grass


Comfortably at your window seat

Listening to the empty skies

While next to you 

Someone talks incessantly 


Cars pass each other 

Acting as evolutionary species 

Smiling at our ignorance

As they transport us from place to place 


Have we forgotten 

The sound of flowing rivers

Its language

We once understood 


If we listen carefully 

We might hear something 

Familiar and friendly 

From the universe 


Have we turned our backs

From the natural rhythm 

And now entertained 

By the language of progress


Sounds of Daily News

Non-stop flow of information 

Permeates the Mind

I surrender!


Stop the Noise

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