I wonder what words the wind speaks
The vibrations of her voice reverberate on water
Does she chant mantras or the wisdom of mystics?
Does she spread the gossip of the cosmos or
the songs a divine deity taught her?

I sit and watch her endless soliloquy
It is a noiseless and unceasing energy
If I understood her mysterious language
What would my present experience be?

A gentle hum, an operatic crescendo,
a dulcet whisper or melodic rhythmic tempo?
Would she speak words or just use vowels?
Perhaps unimaginable symbols bent inwards
and turned upside down

Could her voice be like a singling bowl
or a sound only the Big Bang could unfurl?
Would the trees, the rivers and the bees
understand her messages and pleas?

It is a wonder and delight
To contemplate all life
as valuable entities
deserving rights