The fathomless ocean flows silent
the huge mountains remain still
the elaborate sky is sullen
the entire land appears quiet .
The small pond besides flows in ripples
the tiny hillocks never remain noiseless
the tiny stars create a sensational twinkle
the piece of land called cities indulge in a commotion.
Could we not see the distinctions as such?
the massiveness retains a sobriety
preserves a dignity and an effusive stoicism
a realization of being great and grand as much .
Could we not feel the awesomeness as such?
the passive watchfulness of one so high
compared to the noise of the small timers
a meaningless jibber jabber incoherent as such.
The sullenness of the great is prudence
their thoughts being sublime as all
those of which make noise bear no wisdom
being one of an empty vessel in reference.
