In the bird song dawn,

when I take my walk,

I can hear my heart open,

so my soul can talk.

In the pine tree’s stillness,

speaking words I cannot say,

I can hear the silence;

I can hear it pray.

Though I walk in solitude,

I begin to feel befriended.

All the noise inside of me

is exorcised and ended.

When my walk is finished

and I face my day,

I hope to bring the silence

and keep the noise at bay.