A butterfly floats through the air,
Up the tree a squirrel climbs high.
A far off plane, hear it far away,
The meow of a cat, water in a stream.
The whisper in the ear of a loving girl,
Ticking of a clock, time of the world.
A flag slowly blowing in the breeze,
Leaves falling from a tree, that’s what I mean.
Slowly a fire burns, crackling of the wood,
Quiet sounds of peace, these things that are good.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
I have never thought of these sounds as quiet, but now that you mention it, they are the peace of the moment. I liked this.
Thanks for reading and your thoughts
On Mon, Mar 16, 2015 at 6:22 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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These are indeed quiet or peaceful sounds, enjoyed this poem…
Thanks so much for following my blog–and introducing me to your own. =)
I love the lyrical and calming images. And I really like how so much of your work involves flying, floating and, well . . . things that are “up”. I’m a big fan of heights and being up in the dreamy air. Thanks!