I listen to the river
and wonder,
can I ever learn her language?
Or the deep, quiet lake,
or the restless, rushing waves of the ocean.
Can I learn the language of the trees
as they whisper to one another on the wind?
Or the slow language of the rocks,
and the earth and the sands?
I watch the clouds
and listen to the wind,
but there is so much more than I can grasp. Still, I love to listen
I’ve loved your month of poems!🙂
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Love the conceit of this poem. I wish I could learn all those languages too.
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