The Calm of the Caves
Deep down in the depths of the caves,
The stalactites cling from great heights,
The stalagmites form from the shadowy depths,
Crafting shapes in the shade of the darkest nights.
Each sound echoes with velocity,
You could hear a bats flap of a wing,
But most of the time, the caves sit so quietly,
It's rare that you hear a thing.
There's something magical about a quiet cave,
It allows my soul to feel peace,
The atmosphere so haunting yet calming,
Underground, I feel a sweet release.
© Violet Serenity
The stalactites cling from great heights,
The stalagmites form from the shadowy depths,
Crafting shapes in the shade of the darkest nights.
Each sound echoes with velocity,
You could hear a bats flap of a wing,
But most of the time, the caves sit so quietly,
It's rare that you hear a thing.
There's something magical about a quiet cave,
It allows my soul to feel peace,
The atmosphere so haunting yet calming,
Underground, I feel a sweet release.
© Violet Serenity