Whispers

You can’t always hear the whisper
But it’s always there
It’s easy to go too fast
Not care about things that aren’t always right there screaming in your face
But if you slow down
If you take a step back
If you listen closely
You might hear something
Something important
Something you need to hear
It might not be in words
But it's there
The rising sea
The warming summers
The dying animals
The ones who heard it whispering to you to come
To hear
To listen
Because you need to hear
Before it’s too late
Before our world is gone
Before all the doors in the hallway that we endlessly walk down shut
Before we get to the end of that hallway
And it’s all over