It was the rustling leaves
that unfurled the whistling
of the winds.

And the winds ushered
in the serenity of
the dark.

The dark and the moon
in graceful dance with
the winds serenading

In the dialect of the
enchanted, I chorused
the phrases of sea breezes.

Spoke in sonorous splashes
like a running stream,
I'm a child of the earth.

From the truth of the
open skies and the secrets
of the deep.

I have learnt again
to speak...