Not much was spoken

Silence was broken; It was just one call.
One word spoken, a cuckoo's song?
And there came an asnwer -
From somewhere unknown, some place unseen;
Not much was spoken; but the call answered.

Darkness was quelled; It was the first ray.
One streak of light, searching for its colours?
And there came an answer -
The bud had bloomed, its face vibrant;
Not much was spoken; but the rays found colour;

Gloom lay conquered; It was a heart's voice.
One tired mind, Weary eyes searching for sleep?
And there came an asnwer -
It brought warmth; and a touch of calm;
Not much was spoken; but I found my smile.

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