The Language Of Nature

Each language has it's own beauty perhaps that's why people travel the world seek them… I imagine they are just like me and would someday like to speak them… But there is one language we may never speak it is a culture without words It's one we step outside to seek in the trees, the sky…the birds. It's a language none of us can recreate as it remains, to us, unknown because nature does not translate a language all her own. When rain drops fall upon the ground seedlings immediately know… as the water reaches them without a sound they hear…it's time to grow. And when the sun's rays touch that soon-to-be flower as it awakes from its womb the silent sunshine reveals its power. when it whispers…time to bloom The wind invisibly rushes out and in We try to comprehend but we have no chance for we only know where she has been as she invites the trees to dance. We know all living things talk to each other We know they've found a way We know they're listening to their mother We just don't know what they say. But that's OK with us…for each day we can enjoy their music and their dance without recognizing all the words they say Like when we visit Italy or France. In a way it's like we're in a foreign land Nature's land of trees and fish and birds and tho their language we may never fully understand we can enjoy the rhythm of their words.