Silence, like anything, is too hard. It’s a nothing.
A word is not silence.
It asks questions. You can hear it.
Mountains are not silence.You can see
them very clearly with their white snow caps.
Wind is not silence. You can feel its calm blow.
A flower is not silence. You can smell it for pure joy.
A cracker is not silence. You can taste its sweetness.
Silence is something so valuable. It is scary.
It turns scarier over time. Silence is inside you.
Even when you yell.
It is always there.
Except at night.
It comes out, gives you chills, ties you in a knot.

By Mackenzie, age 8

[photo by Philippe Saint-Laudy via flickr]

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