See the cherry blossom.

The sound of silence is glorious, peace of mind can only come when you truly just lay in silence. It's that moment before bed when genius is born, that five-ten minutes before we drift off to sleep after we sigh and roll over, slide the pillow to that sweet spot and yawn like a beckoning for seven hours of oblivion. In that short amount of time ideas are born, the seed for change in one self is planted. If we could cultivate that seed water it with research and fertilize it with knowledge a tree could grow. From that tree branches would form reaching out to the skies to learn more stretch and climb until beautiful cherry blossoms fill our lives with radiance. Unfortunately weeds choke out the seed before it roots itself in our mind. Flashing lights, buzzing streets, fast connections, loading times, downloads, interface and communicate going faster louder smaller. More portable our lives are a social network, like, comment, flag, post. We run by walking, driving, fresh air filled with poison out for a smoke a drag one for the road. Faster, faster our lives kill that small seed with bitter doubt. "No thats just stupid, to much before bed, I'll feel better in the morning". The time has past like it always does. Didn't do it now so later will never come. The power of silence before rest is a beautiful thing, like a cherry blossom floating in the wind silently dancing across a sea of air sweetened by it's scent.