The speech of animals is all vowels
The speech of plants is wind and light
But it was we who brought the hard
Consonants capturing them in words
And if you trace it back
To the first smell of words
From far out at sea maybe
You can feel what languages feel
Assembling their storms and calms
All these languages rushing toward
A replica of living sound and light
When you spoke to me
Of our destiny and plight
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