Truth So Simple

Through shadows cast by mighty trees,  

Where whispers drift upon the breeze,  

A quiet hum begins to grow,  

A voice the world has yet to know.  

Not the roar of crowded halls,  

Nor echoing chants through marble walls;  

But soft and steady, clear and bright,  

A spark that pierces endless night.  

A child’s plea, a trembling word,  

A truth so simple, yet unheard.  

The smallest voices, raw and pure,  

Bear cries of change that will endure.  

A ripple spreads across the sea,  

A beacon guiding hearts to see.  

Their call, though faint, can shift the tide,  

And topple mountains long denied.  

For courage blooms where fear once reigned,  

And wisdom grows where hearts have pained.  

The smallest voices, sharp and keen,  

Reveal the dreams we’ve never seen.  

So hear the whispers, soft and low,  

The truths that gentle souls bestow.  

For even stars in endless skies  

Are born from sparks the world denies.