Learning Languages

Daybreak, the lake and the river
Are the alphabet of the heart
The sounds of the waves
And the rustling of leaves
When they abandon themselves
To the whims of the wind
Are the words that our love understands.

The symphonies of sunrise and sunset--
The allegro of the yellows and reds,
The capriccio of the purples at twilight
Are the music that sustains the soul

Learn the language of the wind
As it moves the waves and the clouds
to the heights of ecstasy
To feed the energy of the spirit

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