Let Nature speak –
in syllables untypable,
nuances not uttered in
words so much as living
letters which etch life into the
living. Let Nature
write – phrases
one breeze-breadth
long, one sunset soliloquy
wide, one pollen-laced
paragraph high.
She prints her poem
onto recycled papyrus,
onto hearts grown green –
who will read it to our
children? Who will
translate her manuscript
without editing out her soul?