Talking

What would rock and stone
tell us if they could speak
about paths long ago
that now nobody knows

What would the ground whisper
about dancing and thumping feet
or the soft morning dew
and cold washing rainfall

What would the grasses sing
if they had a voice of their own
about all small animals
they've seen come and go

What would the trees scream
with their leaves in the wind
about the burning and slashing
of our doomed mankind

And those who can
make a sound
what do they talk about