Static items by abraham

In stillness dwell the silent things,
In quiet grace, the essence sings.
The stone, unmoved, a witness stands,
In ancient halls, on timeless sands.

The oak, its roots in earth entwined,
A sentinel of space and time.
Its branches reach for heavens high,
A dance with winds beneath the sky.

Upon the canvas, colors freeze,
A moment caught, a memory seized.
The paint, a whisper of the soul,
A story told, a truth untold.

In every static item lies,
A tale of life, of love, of ties.
Though motionless, they speak in hush,
Of endless dreams, in stillness lush.

So let us pause, and listen deep,
To the silence where the treasures keep.
For in the static, beauty gleams,
In every atom, Abraham's dreams.