In shadows deep, where whispers play,
Dwell silent folks, by night and day.
Their quiet hearts, a tranquil sea,
Hold tales untold, in mystery.

Beneath the moon's soft silver gaze,
They tread through life in silent ways.
No spoken words, yet volumes held,
In the hush where stories swell.

Their eyes, like stars, in silence gleam,
Reflecting dreams that softly teem.
A silent symphony they compose,
In the language that silence knows.

Through the woods, where...