Silence (A Repost)

At a secluded yellow forest    
a tenor in the redwood concert                    
Silence sings the highest notes                    
make needle-like leaves of the giant move                  
the scarcely loud voice                    
you wouldn’t hear on earth            
                
Its vast entity's as vivacious as tai chi                      
vibrates the midsummer’s trance                
during slight dalliance                  
I found out the very crucial triviality                    
seems as diminutive as empty                    
                    
Hello Silence              
my beloved friend                    
nice to hear you, feel you              
even though I can’t see you          
love the moment            
having a conversation with you              
                    
I am following the trace of your pace                    
walking on the solitary winding path                    
where the thorny leaves fully pave                    
to taste the every bite of bitter sweetness                    
to find out the hidden secret of life              
                  
Oh Silence          
As negligible as a tiny seed                  
I often look up to your glorious face            
bathing in your arms is just I need    
would you let me melt into your grace?      
                    
Hey Silence              
the reality is grievous                  
since the lofty redwood    
has been a lot blasted these days              
the historical vicissitudes and fatal variables                
have made it hard to revive his past glories                
                
I used to pass meadows                
to admire his magnificence          
but right now I have only discovered                    
he has gone through the mill        
even though I'm in awe    
of his towering height still                  
His unusual quietness              
just as stifling as death          
                          
Walking on the lonely path          
where September sunbeam    
made dappled patterns                
through the spiky leaves              
along with my skeptical faith                    
I can’t help but wonder                  
is it the road I want to take?        
                      
Where is the end I could possibly stop?                    
once I dreamed of being            
as strong as the redwood            
but right now I could only proclaim            
I want to be as vivacious as you, Silence                    
                    
Loud voice with such few words