Solitude

The unbelievable grace and beauty of quiet
  No not quite, noise from the birds
Comes in from all quarters, near, far floating
  Above all in the dawn a cacophony
No, a symphony arranged in concert for those
  Who slow and stand listening
The drip of trees, something unseen on the
  Water leaving ripples in an unending
Wake the squirrels dance and jump Treeto tree
  Like monkeys waltzing to the music
Awake the soul, giving shelter, a harbor of rest
  Found only in this solitude among
The woods where grace opens fully and floods
  The senses, the heart, all to bind up
Healing all the busy, noisy thoughts which
  Intrude and are let go, like morning mist