Silence rises in the clamor
Like a sunset in the winter,
Taking over with soft power;
A running prey but no hunter.
As grow the murmurs of nothing
Among the young, among the old,
No leaf is even heard falling,
Not a word from coward or bold.
As night rising over the Earth
Colors it all in vibrant black,
What has been gained is what they lack;
Of gold is understood the worth.