#WhisperingNature

Dear Conscience,

I hope you know the sound of
Her voice.
But if you have lost your way, I will remind you.

Her voice is the smallest of whispers:
A centipede skittering over a skeleton leaf.
A squirrel, tickling the outside of a tree with its claws.
A squelch of a slug slithering up a mossy stone.
A whoosh as a bird abducts that same slug.

All may lack significance to you.
But know Her song can also be melancholy:
Rats with knotted tails, entangled in each others lives.
Parasites murmuring secrets to bees.
Ants running in circles, dying without meeting their purpose.

Her whispers, despite how quiet,
could move mountains if we only...