she says
the trees and stones and the beautiful landscape of sands and moon
have no words
to say
no lips, no mouth, not even the capacity for thinking
inanimate rocks, indifferent sea, mountains unthinking
something deep inside us speaks for all of them
and we hear it loudly
in the silence of our souls
now you must hear the songs of the mountains
the hushing of the sands, the serene musings of the moon,
the deepest sighs of the seas,
the hardest principles of rocks
we are their friends and allies and we are in harmony with all of them
and they, in their patience, have given us the right to speak
and now, give them all your attention,
they are listening
and if we do not speak for them
they will speak for us
in thunder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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