Noise Airplanes, clocks, televisions, voices Cars, telephones, slamming doors Pressing, crushing my brain All I want is silence. Freedom from the oppression The subtle roar Of civilization Becomes screaming. To run fast, far away From this house This town This insane racket. To find the place Where sound isn't noise But soul-stirring music And peaceful harmony. A forest of life Where the wind through the trees Speaks wisdom And whispers secrets. A child stream That reminds us to find Our lost youth And faded passions. A laughing waterfall That soaks up our sorrows Drinks our worries Leaving us with only Peace.

~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1993 About This Poem

I go a little crazy if I've been too long without nature. I think technology is great, but it can take something precious away from us if we let it. So turn off your computer and go outside! ^_^