The Unknown Tongue

I used to know the language of the sea

his deep and masculine roar

The sea how ever has a temper

arrogant and ignorant

He looks unto the moon for guidance

I would know because I would listen 

to them argue

But the moon spoke soft

wise and elegant

with reason and understanding

that eased his irritation

In the woods 

I understood the gossip of the trees

quite different then the sea

there words were subtle

prideful and sharp

they speak upon the winds

carrying their every word

filling the silence with 

their strange tongue.

I once counted the tears 

of the weeping willow

I tried to ease her sorrow

but still she grieves

So I just sit and listen to her lament

I once joined in the crying 

of each falling and dying raindrop

such short life

Makes one contemplate eternity

I bonded with the strange 

shadow on my wall

I used to fear him

once I offered him friendship

and he was obliged 

he listens and understands

more then I ever could

If you were to stop 

and try to make sense of this world

take heed that

even the sea has a temper

so look unto the moon for guidance

every tree has a heart for something

just listen and they will tell you

every raindrop has a dying cry

that even the shadows 

can make the best of friends

Just speak the language

listen, and understand. 

 

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

Every part of the world has something to teach, the observant person gains much wisdom.

[Wondering Mind]

and it so that the universe dances with itself.
To be in tune with the rhythm of nature is to understand the language of life. A beautiful, refreshing read. Tonight, I will not need my 15 minutes with the flower, I've already seen one in this poem.

[hmm]

even the sea has a temper, so very true! I like this alot of depth to this.