SOUNDPROOF

There is no tumult in the sun'sSure rising, its visual ascent,Or in earth's swift, rotating runs—All noiseless, orderly, unspent.

Being is quiet at its core.Soundless and poised, with healing balmIt waits forever to restore.The harried seek it and are calm.

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