You can't describe the way I feel

Not by speakingBecause not speaking is precisely the way I got to feelingLike this I just watch everything around meExist in my thoughtsMy thoughts?I do not think I feel the airHeavy with promiseBeneath the cool cerulean skyThe fluffed clouds embrace I see the grassTall, green, and exquisiteDotted with the white headsOf clover flowers I see the birdsDipping their beaks into the EarthUndisturbed by myEphemeral presence The air billowHollow conversations quiet I am You cannot say"At peace"Because words are quick, words are rushed And wordsNeed not be spoken