Ssh... listen,
To the cry of a child
A new beginning
And the truth implied.

Ssh... listen,
To the vagaries of rain,
That stops short of the desert
And deluges the plains.

And listen to the nature
Of your love,
Your reasons for living
When reason's not enough.

Ssh... listen
To the paradox of youth,
The feeling when life

Is pregnant with truth.

Ssh... listen,
To the reflections of your worlds
As the mirrors of paradigm,
And life unfolds.

And listen
To the kingdoms choice bequeths
From the elysian fields
To beyond the river styx.

And listen
To the insane prediction
Reality weavers
In the face of conviction.