After

A Quiet Gesture

Silence and softness are stronger than shouting.

The world teaches hardness —
Like rock facing wind,
To move like an avalanche,
Carving a road from within.

To be right like the thunder
Through buildings and crowds,
Never yield like the ocean,
Sending waves strong and loud.

Watching the force of the elements,
Trying their meaning to find,
Don't rush into action —
Leave no small detail behind.

It's easier shouting against the wind,
Easier erasing a name,
But the world teaches us to hear a stream
Through the forest's roar by the flame.

Words come falling
Like stones from a height,
Everyone wants to become their echo,
Few choose the silence inside.

Birds keep flying —
They're thoughts from your mind,
Always reaching for higher,
Always searching for something new to find.

But the truth stays beside you,
Not in constellations above.
Thoughts may fly into heaven,
But you can't catch them without feeling and love.

Look — the mountains keep standing,
Yet the valleys remain below.
To keep from burning each other,
We don't have to turn cold as snow.

Sometimes being human
Is no cry, but a quiet sign —
Like leaves that fall in autumn,
Like abandoned places held in mind.

Sunset never fights the night,
Dawn takes no revenge on shade,
And no one counts how much light
Through emptiness has made its way.

A quiet gesture goes unnoticed,
Like a ray through clouds leaving warmth behind,
Like the wind reshaping the clouds above us,
Changing the picture inside your mind.