Wordless.
Worldfulls of linguistic wonder is there
in countless murmurs if we stay aware.
Join a bird before trilling, for beak-practice
warbles a magic meant to delight.
Catch awe from hearing the speak of grass,
or when a lake gleams in first light
listen to dawn\'s steam massaging its back.
Eavesdrop on the banter of ants
laugh at fly mumbles, hark to non-language
creaking of twigs, note the chatter
as rain meets paths, stoop at stalks cracking
without vocabulary, bend to moans
of voiceless roses when fading petals dangle.
Watch bark scrape in annoyance
as wind batters trees during sharp showers,
Gaze to catch granite enjoying
duets as solid feet deflect high-tide power.
Smile at the wordless warm
welcome fish give to sunshine as fins bow
to its rays in surface waters .
Stop to let frog-croak\'s Spring lust tell how
many mates his call will order
come sundown\'s twilight if you wait around.
Applaud season\'s full orchestra,
by receiving its wave-band of talkless sound.
With silentious contact nature\'s voice uses
codes worth the learning should we choose.