The breeze is light
  the animals sing
Such a beauty of quiet
  after the storm
Yet you hear the trees stir
  hear every birds song
Hear the frogs croak
  see the gentle leaning, peace

Can we dare to do the same
  listen into the wind
Hear every persons story
  not discount, not silence
Resting in the signs of beauty
  each person holds
Even when the words are
  hard to hear, not planning, or judging

Because if we only bring
  complete and utter silence
A far worse storm will brew
  it is called the calm before 
It signals devastation
  if you don't heed its silence
It signals an end and
  significant change, we can't control

Let go,
Take stock
  endure silence
Listen closely
  dare to take criticism
  then help heal