The Sound of Silence

Communication is tiring 
Dissecting myself to be understood
On things that matters no one
I much prefer to be silent
To be left alone
In the quiet
The sound of my own breathing
Is reassuring
While the nature orchestrating
Its sensational masterpiece

Summer Beach

Cicadas, kookaburras and seagulls
are in full blown voice competition
from their own colony
No one knows
how does this seemingly chaotic battle tune coexist
with the synchronised sound of waves

While
Beach goers
pitch their tents, cabanas
and lay out beach towels
claiming their own
unmarked territory
No one cares
how others spend their holiday
They are quite happy
to share the sun
and the sound of nature