Nature's Tongue

A language echoed through more than words,

The chill of the wind, the songs of the birds.

Clouds caress the face of the mountains,

The creeks, the streams, the forest's fountains.

Speech, though through not word of mouth,

The sunrise in the east,

The flock flying south.

Sensations of Summer, the feelings of grass.

Descending, the leaves, that were not meant to last.

Here, beyond words, we find understanding.

In Nature's Tongue, not all's so demanding.