Slice of Thoughts

I am listening
To the sound of chirping birds
A new beginning

Ramble along the path in disguise
Morning dew fall onto water
Such glorious harmonies

Do we listening?
Dark clouds spew irrefutable cries
Trees prostrated as they passes

Why stay in hypocrisy
Wolves howling in agony
Lament their lost of home and family

Snow fall down heavily
Cloaked great mountains in white
Embellish them with pride
While feigning their own sanity

Postscript: Most of the time we listen only to things in which we feel our insecurities are covered. I am also still learning to listen with compassion including listening to my own soul.