The Quiet World

A thousand days
Like the one before
We were there
When the world gone quiet.
Each day the same,
An endless loop
Once, twice, three times repeat.

But in each day
You will find
Growth, change, birth.
The earth moves on
It shifts and turns.
Your world is bigger than four walls
Even when it feels so small.

Be brave my friend,
This too will end
One day or one thousand days soon.
And until it does remember
There’s magic to be found here too.
In the quiet of morning, in the noise of life
In the small joys of the day.