A Silent Mystery Poem

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Fears abound
As we progress, and
Distress over everything little thing

That transpires upon the wire
A balancing act, where we sway
With even the gentlest breeze,

Losing our balance
While gripping to our fear
Of what is seen through the valance

An illusion

Proven time and again, yet
We continue to buy-in,
To that which is seen and heard,

Like?

That very beautiful bird, a mystery
Deluge of the cloistered senses
Ever pleasant and on fire
For more presents,

Gifts from the unknown realms
Where safety reigns supreme,

Like?

That elm tree,
Solid and anchored deep
Even though the roots are hardly seen

Safe and strong,
Know that you always belong,
To that which is unseen, and is

Such a silent mystery, and
Also a part of our collective history, so