The world speaks to me, but not in words you know
words that only the wind and waves can pronounce
songs that only birds can sing
the language of the stars that tells of the seasons
speaking in tongues long forgotten by man
as his senses diverged from other living forms
Long before lies were invented
the breeze\'s whisper told of approaching storms
a whale\'s song searched for a lost mate
the herald of the times shown in the sun\'s joy
now drowning cries in a yellowing leaf
the light from the heavens blocked by time
the smell of fertile earth removed from life
a bee\'s dancing map disrupted by insecticide
every splash in the pool
and creak of a branch
has its meaning
you only need to listen