The Medicine of Ancient Language
When I need a quick break, I step outside in my front yard and listen. On windy days I love to hear the trees move and the gentle sound of my chimes. The air freshens and the world is all right again. Nature reminds me to begin again and again.
Ancient Language by Hannah Stephenson
Listen to this spoken poem here.
If you stand at the edge of the forest and stare into it
every tree at the edge will blow a little extra oxygen toward you
It has been proven
Leaves have admitted it
The pines I have known have been especially candid
One said that all breath in this world is roped together
that breathing is the most ancient language