Let Silence Speak

Honey For The Heart - 12

It was the kind of morning that didn’t dawn warm and golden. The sky hung quiet and grey…not sad, just thoughtful. Even the breeze moved slowly, as if it too was in deep reflection.

Pooh and Piglet were taking the long way home, walking through the quieter part of the Hundred Acre Wood, where the trees leaned in a little closer and the light tiptoed through their branches like a whisper.

Piglet suddenly stopped.
“Pooh,” he said softly, “have you noticed something?”

Pooh looked around. “Oh! You mean all the bee-hives?”

Piglet gave a small sigh. “No, not that. Can you hear the birds today? The usual morning sounds?”

Pooh paused, tilted his head. The usual chorus — chirping birds, fluttering wings, rustling leaves, even the faint hoof-falls, were all… still.
The forest felt paused.

“Do you think something’s wrong?” Piglet whispered.

Pooh sat down on a tree root.
“Mmm-hmm… maybe not with them… maybe with us.
Maybe they were singing all along.
We just stopped listening.”

Piglet looked puzzled.

Pooh smiled gently, “We used to hear them. But now we talk so much… explain so much. We fill every silence — as if it’s something to fix.”

Piglet sat beside him, thoughtful.
“Maybe silence isn’t a gap,” he said.
“Maybe it’s a space. To rest. To feel. To heal.”
“I could sit with you forever and not say a word… just listen to the quiet between us. It’s in silences like these, I can hear your heart — loud and clear.”

They let the silence linger — not heavy, not awkward… just one that felt like coming home.

And as if on cue, a cuckoo called. A koel crooned. The bees buzzed merrily.
They had been singing all along.
The world had just grown too loud to hear them.

In that quiet moment, Pooh and Piglet understood -
Some sounds are not meant for ears alone.
Some songs speak only to the soul.
And maybe… silence isn’t empty after all.
It’s where the heart begins to listen.