In the quiet of the night,
When silence sets in slowly,
And the soul cushions in delight,
Of all the possibilities, if only.
The other worlds visited,
With stories unheard,
Tales to tell from the box gifted,
When the magic unfolds like a flowering bud.
Why didn’t you see or hear it?
In the waking hours?
Deeper realms made notes on the post-its,
Opened eyes and mind to what was missing post clock four.
Did you have time to wonder?
About the vastness of the quiet blue sky,
Of the twinkling stars,
And the heartwarming moonrise.
Did you have time to wonder?
The innocence in beings small,
The morning dew on fresh grass and leaves,
The ease of how autumn leaves have a fall.
Cracker-barrel philosophy - Vaishali Adwant 