THE LANGUAGE OF SOUND

A hush and a wait,

For the new born to deal with fate,

Then throws open the door from oblivion,

A huge cry for all happiness to relate.

The murmur of the leaves ,

Sets a tone of ecstasy,

They seem to do the afternoon chat,

The glee from heaven's prophecy.

At times when words loose their meaning,

In the midst of arrogance or death, 

Expression finds its way through sounds of outcry,

All understand the language where utterance betrayed.

May it be so many causes,

That finds the language of sound,

 We are never bereft of a thumping heartbeat,

To say love is felt , just around.