I was sitting in my hot tub watching the palm trees sway and the ocean waves, and I think what can I write about. I’m happy, wrote about that before, I don’t want to repeat myself too much. I’ve even written about sitting in my hot tub and listening to chill out music and just enjoying the view. So, I thought, why not write about just the joy of silence.
Silent Joy
In the silence of contentment, words fade away, Nothing left to speak, on this bright, perfect day. Happiness envelopes me, a gentle, warm embrace, No need for conversation, just peace in this space.
No troubled thoughts to utter, no burdens to release, In the calm of my heart, there resides a quiet peace. Laughter fills the moments, light dances in my eyes, A joy so complete, it renders words unwise.
The world spins softly, in a rhythm sweet and slow, Beneath the sky’s vast canvas, where gentle breezes blow. In the garden of my soul, blooms serenity so rare, With nothing to declare, but gratitude so fair.
So I sit in this stillness, with a smile soft and true, Letting happiness speak in the silent things I do. For sometimes joy is quiet, a whisper in the air, A simple, silent presence, that words cannot compare.
