If Nature Could Speak

A Verse describing how nature speaks

If I had a voice you could hear with your ears,

I'd speak in the cadence of passing years

Not in the sudden,sharp thunder of words,

But in the soft,overlapping consensus of birds.

I speak in a dialect old and profound

Where secrets are buried underneath the ground

The roots of the redwood are murmuring low,

Teaching the young saplings to grow.

I write with frost on a midwinter pace

And wash it away with ink of the rain

My language is vast yet it uses no tounge

It is ancient as bones yet entirely young.

My breath is the wind as it seeps through the drain

My tears are the sudden sweet relief of the rain

My laughter is light on a shimmering lake

My silence, the winter, before I awake.

I do not speak in words that flatter or lie

I speak in ark of a hawk in the sky.

I speak in the amber of autumn's decay

Where beautiful things learn to soften away.

I do not use grammer, I do not use text

I simply unfold from one day to the next.

So open your senses,step into the green,

The most beautiful language is felt, and not seen.