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I do not speak another language…

I use to think, if I had the chance, 

I would choose French, Italian or Spanish…

you know…the languages of romance.

But over the years of taking a walk 

at the beginning of each day…

I now wish I spoke the language of nature…

and understood what she is trying to say.

I wish I knew the language of the birds that soar across the sky 

and all the creatures that swim under the seas…

I wish I knew the langue of the flowers, the mountains, 

the rivers and the trees.

I wish I knew the language of the wind and the rain 

as they flow by me through the air…

If I could speak their language…imagine all the secrets…

all the knowledge they could share.

Yes, now as I take my morning walks

I wish I had the chance 

to learn how to communicate in natures tongue…

the one true language of romance.