The earth
spoke,
As an oracle
In a language
Known only
To the stars
And the wind
It spoke,
And the animals listened,
It sang,
And the trees whispered along,
It dreamed,
And the stones just waited
It watched,
And the sky turned,
From pink to blue to red
It sighed,
And the wind rushed from
One end of the Earth
To the next
In obeisance
It thought,
And the stars twinkled above
The animals
paused,
Ears cocked,
Eyes trained on the source of the sound;
The trees
mimicked,
Each leaf,
Each branch
Repeated the call;
The stones breathed slowly,
Waiting for their next prompt
To motion;
The sky glowed,
With a message,
Encoded in hues;
The wind heard and understood,
Pondered the oracle,
And went on its way;
The stars saw the message as light,
And the responded in kind
And such is the Way:
The earth speaks,
The wind listens,
The stars shine,
The natural
order feels,
And man continues on,
Unknowing
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