Bellowing echoes, under the caves
Some would say it were apes
But then it were only weeps
Hearing it was like a goose on the loose

Thinking about it was like a leesh
However I felt a leech
The bellowing of the wind
The roaring of the caved

Getting harder and louder
Yet it was like nothing but a bother
The light shimmering through a window
Was just but a dream of a meadow

The gleaming dream continues to glow
But the segment within grows ever low
Tired of seeking we sought for sound
And yet we wondered who had howled

The boiling water slowly evaporates
Hot burning fire disintegrates
Like a wildfire it spreads
And so unto to the fire we all turned to ashes

Like the sun the spots, which are fiery red
So the songs are sang, tales are told
Yet still we are held
To a smoking gun we all bared

Because no one truly dared
The destiny that was once shared
Was already far from reached
Unless it was truly breached

The rippling of water, has a clear effect
But the water is no bother
For the distraction,
Was merely a construction

And so, I give you the mind’s creation
The sound of silence is truly a work of imagination…….

~End