Hushed

The hushed
Is a privilege
Underappreciated.

The park is empty
Except me
And rustling leaves
Dangling on trees.
Thoughts pass
Like cars
Hovering across
A street

My bedroom is empty
Except me
And cars
Rushing across
A street.
Thoughts pass
Like students
Rushing
To their
Next class.

The hall is empty
Except me
And students
Reaching
Their designated
Classrooms.
Thoughts pass
Like clouds
Whispy
Across the
Sky.