Filled with gratitude for all the lovely moments,
My being bows in surrender beyond my own silly torments.

Guiding me profoundly ,
to go beyond my head,
Abiding thus, this time,  I enjoyed falling dead.

Silence is the only solace,  when all the words just fail.
Creating mere squabble turning even the strong one into frail. 

Waiting is a way of being,  know this silly mind.
The breeze may indeed return someday to simply unwind!