Silence, It Is So Loud

Silence. Night time silence. This silence is so loud, but peaceful. Crickets and street lights, the tinged orange glows reflecting from the cold and bitter pavement. Flowers, frozen from the stem out, and Winter is creeping before us. A car passes...breaking natures music. Infinite stars illuminate the sky, constellations telling their stories. A car passes. Buildings and grass, once not here, but now they stand still. Crossing street sign, a stop sign, telephone poles, a beeping car in the distance. What was it like before all of this. Before the houses, before the road signs and street lights? What was there to break the natures loud silence? A gust of wind and newly fallen leaves drift from one place to another. It changes once more. Where are the animals on this night? From the frogs to bears, tiny insects, to the fish in the pond. Where goes all of this nature now that we have become upon it? A car passes. I hear it in the distance, fading, a distant sound, continuing, continuing, a memory of a car once passed. Natures silence. Here comes another, faintly, about to once again obstruct this very loud silence, fading. Dew, settling onto the grass. When morning comes this will all be a memory, of which reoccurs. I could vanish into the night time.