Inner Self Poem by white dove

Tim was lying on winter night
Under the skies shining bright
When he heard a voice call
“So beautiful, aren’t they all? ”

Tim got up with a fright
There was nobody in plain sight
Only Tim and his blanket lay
Upon the ground in the hay

“Who is it? ” asked Tim in fright
No one replied, to his delight
But then a voice spoke in a low
“Who I am, do you know? ”

“You are a ghost, aren’t you now?
You want to steal my iron plough”
“No I’m not”, said the little voice,
While the crickets chirped a croaky noise.

“You are the wind, are you not?
That is sometimes cold, sometimes hot”
“No my dear, that’s not it.
You’ve got to think a little bit.”

After thinking quite a lot
Tim could find the answer not.
He didn’t know what to do
And said, “Tell me please, would you? ”

“I am just your inner voice,
I’m with you in silence and noise.
I help you choose what is right and wrong,
Through difficult times, I keep you strong.”

Tim found his inner self,
In a quiet place, all by himself.
Have you heard your inner voice,
Talking to you when you make a choice?