When the world turned, none knew...
As the soil part ways here,
met half way there, none knew...
Hands joined, wrapped in each others embrace,
whispering their sorrows to each other, none knew...
As the fallen flower grew into a magnificent tree,
under the shade of the foliage they stood,
when the leaves rustled, they never knew...
As the streams turned the corner,
as they split- one to fall, one to flow, they never knew...
When rocks at the peak, withered away,
and grass at the bottom grew green everyday,
when the sun shined closer,
and the moonlight gleamed colder,
they still never knew...
Not when inside hollowed to a cave,
not when the cave drenched in liquid red,
nor when the red boiled and dried into stains,
not once did they know...
Not when the earth beneath shivered,
or when it roots buried deep rotted,
or when the pond inside froze over,
not once did they over know...
The birth was in silence, and so were the rest days,
the breath was in silence,
and so was the movement of the range.