There are voices

Which speak yet

No one listens

They’re heard in

Wildflowers and oh

Those breezes that

Blow through willows

In a baby’s

Gurgle and a

Puppies yelp in

A tire on

Moist streets and

A bicycle bell

Try to stop

Listening to those

Voices in your

Mind they lie

Listen to others

To hear the

Gleeful abandon of

Life and smile