| WHITE MUTE
The earth before me is covered With a pure white carpet of snow. The shining radiance of relected light Makes for a solemn glow. Silence is the veil that is wrapped around this land. A pure silence resonates in my ears. This white mute layed upon this place This pure and untouched frontier. As I gaze in wonder, I say to myself, "I am thankful for this quiet place, It is the grand palace of solitude I seek, Neither touched nor scathed by the human race." I rest for some time in my solemn land And I wonder if it was of a higher power's design This silent palace I call White Mute Is truly a blessing, sacred and divine. © Copyright 2005 Dagdamor | 
