Abbey Silent

Graceful fingers and wispy hair,
A prayer so soft you almost couldn't hear.

But when she wanted, a voice loud and strong,
That would sing the most beautiful songs.

They gave her a month; she took five years,
And shocked all her peers.

But she wasn't shocked, not one little bit,
And her prayer always was,

Till that minute, that time, that very last day,
God's will be done, his way.

Morning's soft air, touching everything with such care,
Caresses a young face in a quiet, secluded place.
Smile planted strong, heart beating on.
Only one thing is on her mind, and that is summertime.

A joy reckless and wild,
that's been in the heart of every child,
now set within her,
for there is no cure.
Her spirit set free, soars higher than the trees.

The books that weighed her down,
now thrown on the ground.
The rivers cleansed from winter,
are now heated for splendor.
The happiness of knowing
no bedtimes are set,
and no schedules to be met.
The sun now beating within her veins
washes away all her pains.

Then without a sound,
the sun starts to sink down.
so she heads inside,
satisfied,
until the next time.

But her spirit is just too wild and decides to wait a while,
so it stays outside and watches the sun,
waiting for what is to come.

The birds fall asleep, the peepers start to peep,
and slowly the sunbeams caressing the mountains,
turn them into splendorous fountains.