Paul BittickThe unmistakable disturbance of silence
A soft and hollow hello
Followed by the simple smirk of common
Friends and foes
Old stories of times all past through
Bringing smiles if only for a moment
To the realization and false security
Of new foundations
Secrets in the open with feelings in the dark
Breaking uncontrollably but building all the same
A mountain of proclamations
Of trust and faith
The dead roots continue to spread deep and dark
With life on the surface and fruit a plenty
The tastes of glory littered with salt
Falling to the soil
The weather will change and sun will rise
And yet still invite the beautiful silence
And hope of continued greetings
Until the roots die again.
-Ryan Quintana, journalism Senior