Chickadees In The Snow Poem by Smoky Hoss

Listen.
What do you hear?
You need not know everything.
You need not always be right.
Only hear the deep words of your heart,
soft, gentle and true.
Let it love
what it loves most,
the way it loves best.
The world will always,
always move on, and on,
away.
The heart shall not forget.
Depend upon this.
The voice within will still sing a song of love.

Hear the chickadees in the snow.
In blizzard or sun,
alone or together,
they sing the song of their heart.
They listen
to the soft self voice within.
Oh, how could we not
but do the same?