Noise Pollution

Let me hear the songs of my heaven,
The whispering of the grass, the scent of the wind,
And the impact wave from the yellow sun rays.

Says me what you want:
Without noise,
Heaviness,
Or fighting.

Let me hear the bellwether of your voice.
The strident falsettos erase from it,
They are not pertinent,
And follows it,
With the percussion,
Of your heart.

Silence is part of my essence:
It preceded my birth,
Will continue after my death.

Why I have to support the noise,
When I was dimensioned for the silence?

Félix Rodrigues