I see you bird. I hear your song. Oh, how you float so high. So smooth, that if you never flapped your tiny wings, I'd mistake you for a kite. Bird, will you share with me your wings? Will you gift me the chance to fly together like friends? Would we?
I fear that we have drifted apart because I have lost my ears. Friends, cannot be friends without words. And if I cannot hear you, I cannot respond. And though this fate is such a sweet but biter tragedy, my inner self wonders, if I could hear the world, what would it say?
What would trees' say if I could hear their deep and humble words? Would they complain about the things that have happened to them? That, someone picked a leaf off their ever giving branches, and tore it to shreds. Would they cry when another name is carved in their tough resilient bark? Or do they smile? Perhaps, they hum. In a deep Tone that only those with ears can hear. Do trees hate me? Do they look at our nests -which we title 'homes'- and see Graves? We have killed millions of your comrades. Yet you do not move. You stay and greet us ever morning with the silent song that echos through the earth.
And if the trees hum, do the birds sing? If so, then it only logical that water dances. The water flows so elegantly, that one could could get lost in its waves. But, the tune is not complete. For the song that is the earth is hollow. Like that of a shell, has no inner meaning. Are the toads and frogs the final piece needed? To give the world soul, fill it. I fact, all song creatures are a tiny piece of the earth. The crickets, who sing for birds while they rest. The wolf, singing the solo to remind us, we are always alone.
Wind if I could hear you, what would you say? The trickster. Blowing away my things to the far corners of the earth. Trapping joy in trees and shaking those in flight. Wind, so joyful and young, like the spirit of children. Running, sprinting through the grass and around the trees. Lifting my friend the bird, and leading my pal the fox to its next meal. During the nights you howl with the wolf, like a lone violin in a orchestra.
Why do you not simply disappear? Go to land were I do not tread. I am told that such a land doesn't exist. But I know it does. Where would magnificent creatures go to wait for me to find my ears? And if I did find your mysterious world, would you welcome me? And abandon my dead world, leave my home's, schools, shopping malls and business towers. If only I could find your land.
Perhaps, I've lost my eyes. Unable to see the full world with my unawareness. My inner self asks the question which plagues my subconscious,
If you could show me the world, what would I see?
