In The Woods

tired in the race of wining bread,
fed up with the world, one day,
attainment of  relief, to make a way,
go in the wood, to assuage mood,

trees were standing like saints,
silence was the way  they had,
No libraries, no books they had,
but still  taught the art of silence,

nerves of brain were full of the world
hitting every tissue with duty hammer,
the fire of stress turned gas chamber,
unbearable  burden  made heavy head,

a humble request made in silence,
to make the mind as still as  there,
and a deep silence flew from there,
filled every nerve and cell with silence,