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I sit inside on the red couch while baby naps, screen door sun shining through. I listen. all is quiet except the fridge humming. 

the silence is broken with one other thing. its body is so small but that doesn't stop it's soul-song from being so big. its lighthearted whistle-tune comes from a feathery body and small beak. the bird sings and I listen. 

then I wonder if they listen too. do we impress them with our soul-song? do the words we utter and breaths we breathe cause them to pause? the bird becomes silent but my thoughts do not. I think. 

think. 

think.

think before you speak. do your words create a song others want to sing? 

"a meaningful silence is always better than meaningless words."