Under elm

The breeze blows soft and warm

As we sit quietly under elm adorned

With leaves of green

Distant Kookaburra calls

As we delight in its presence

Silence falls

Upon your countenance

So gray

There is a fire burning deep inside

You lost the way to

As baby lion cubs call

I sense their mother

Proud and protective

Near to us

Words fall short

When truth and meaning are

So deeply obscured

And yet somewhere deep within this silence

We breathe in

All of these

Silent echoes

And when I leave you

Your hug is warm

This afternoon

Not so many tears will fall

Knowing that for a hour or more

Perhaps my presence

Gave you comfort