Silent Observer

I sit in the background letting things pass me by,
Watching the world dance, as I quietly sigh.
Moments unfold like a delicate thread,
Stories are spoken, but I stay unsaid.

The laughter of children, the whispers of trees,
The clamor of city, the sound of the breeze.
I gather the pieces, the fragments of light,
While shadows of time blend the day into night.

Each face tells a story, each tear has a tale,
In the corners of silence, where dreams often sail.
Though the world rushes forward, I remain still,
A keeper of secrets, in time’s gentle thrill.

Yet in this stillness, I find my own voice,
A quiet resilience, a powerful choice.
For in the backdrop, a heart beats with grace,
Embracing the moments, finding my place.