The Walrus: The Still Silence of the Wild
The colors drift past the eyes of all
As the clouds ride the wind
They are so close you could reach up and let their silk slip through your fingers
The still silence of the wild exhales it’s quiet breaths
The steady heartbeat of the wilderness matches all within it
A symphony of beauty floats among the mist
The dew drops are strewn across the ground
Sparkling like diamonds among the blades of grass
Here in this meadow its seems all wonder is found
The tall grass sways like the waves of the ocean
The colorful birds perch on the tree branches of the many trees
The spruce, maple, and pine that grow so tall
Stretching their leaves towards the sky
A small doe prances among the scattered wild flowers upon the ground
The sun streaks the Earth with its golden haze
Casting upon this scene it’s bright rays
The sun fills the sky for the most of the day
But some hours later it hides behind the clouds
The sky turns into a beautiful canvas
With hues of blue, pink, purple and orange
This beauty is just waiting outside your door
The still silence of the wild
Waiting to be explored
Olivia Lipson ’25
25olipson@montroseschool.org