Nature's language.

The language of nature

Cannot be written on paper

It is spoken by the wind

Its longevity long ago willed

Hidden behind every life form

Whether blood’s cold or warm

Sounds our ears can’t hear

It’s music, that brings cheer

Asking silence to take our fear

We enter another sphere

Where the language heard

Doesn’t have a familiar word

Communication never ceases

Even if enmity increases

There is an open channel

Where the mind can’t travel

It cannot be described

Somewhere deep inside

Where our roots may reach

There’s a joy we long to besiege

Why is it hidden from us?

For all lives, it is such a plus

Knowing the language of joy

Thoughts can no longer annoy

They speak a different tongue

Monopolizing air from every lung

Traveling afar through sound

We hear them all around

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The language of nature

Is of a different stature

When we learn how to hear

Its message will be clear

Silence and sound are sacred

In a pure heart, they’re related

It does not matter which 

Both will grow and enrich

No book can truly teach

This language, beyond all reach

The unlettered can quickly learn

They have fewer letters to burn

Traveling through sound

Or in silence, deeply drowned

It matters not, nature’s aware

Whether or not the heart’s there

Despite all that we store

And frontiers we explore

There is something missing

Deep down, we aren’t singing

By understanding nature’s song

We’re allowed to belong

No book ours can ever sing

An empty mind, we must bring

Nature’s language, the heart hears

When the mind’s fragments disappear

There remains, the one, whole

The unspoken universal soul