Whisper in my ear
Tell me your thoughts
What hidden things stir your viens,
on the tree in the still of night.
Fragrant watery breeze blowing from nearby stream
Teasing you with fingers that never touch.
But that is the language of nature
Touching without limbs
Seeing without eyes
Breathing without moving
Singing without a song
Secrets told in invisible languages
Leaf to leaf
Harmonies sung without words.
Your pulse quickens
As lush days turn into fecund nights
To those without ears, the sound
Is impossibly beautiful.
Finally you are picked,
To join your world to the human one,
For a bowl of tea.
~ Paul Rosenburg