Silent and Still

Quiet lies before me
All still from the sudden interruption
Sweet birds sitting upon the branch
Gaze down to see me below

Softly I do wonder about
Meaning not to disturb
It is not the way of the master
To break the balance of the way

What grace that was given to me
I cast out to the forest
It is scared of what I am
Tearful of what I could do

All silent, all still
Not a snap or step
If I cannot hear them I cannot see them
An interesting thought to endure