THE S O U N D
The sound of rain
needs no translation,
nor does the sound of trees;
Be it in stillness or storm.
They need no translation to any tongue.
They speak directly to the soul.
The grasses greeting the sun
as they come to life again
can only be understood by your heart.
As for the mighty seas and oceans
They are but sounds so great,
How could they ever be translated
when they speak directly to the heavens.
To your soul.
No translation could ever be as strong,
could ever be so pure:
No language capture its might.
Only stillness within will hear.
Will make your whole being sing.
© miriam ivarson
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