He wonders if he’ll ever know
what the birds are saying
when they sing,
or what mountains mean
by simply sitting for thousands of years.
What is being said
by the stars that settle
in their accustomed places each night?
What do the winds speak
as they wend their way
among our houses,
and the sunshine that holds us
in its helpful hands?
He listens carefully.
He wants to understand the signals
from cars and sidewalks
and trees trying to talk.
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