Languae Of Romance Poem by Jim Yerman

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.