The Earth is silent,
Weeping words woven around events;
Like rain, like wind, and the flow of plants,
Once and wildly once more.
A language older than time,
As time itself unfolds,
Her myriad visions enter the land;
She speaks her thoughts.
The world sounds to many loci,
Concordant or not,
Together, souls called to witness;
She is still and silent within all.
Comments always welcome.