quiet.

the soft tone of my patience,
is often mistaken in ignorance,
as apathy and uncaring.
but instead I find it's volume glaring.
In a world full of screams and shouts,
the patient confidence helps remove doubt.
The strength of mountains rarely loud,
ever quiet, behind their misty shroud.
Yet still they remain,
quiet, and mundane.
but it is they who last,
who've withstood all the tests of the past.
Trust is something they have in spades,
and trust isn't something that fades.