Secret Language

There is a Language

Very subtle 

Like a Whisper

Or a mutter

So Sharp and straight

At once

The Sun 

Comes Up!

So soft,

Says the Earth to 

Wait!

To be patient.

Till the Sky sends his

Conveys in Drizzling packets

This language is spoken by the Breeze

Where rivers and oceans are eased.

The secret language that Birds speak to Trees

And it is the same, secret, silent language

-that a heart in love speaks.