Beyond the rambling waterfalls,
the thunders mumbling in their sleep,
and crickets with encrypting trills,
the dialogues run far and deep
throughout the forests most ignore:

the histories of all that crawls,
with whispers (why do willows weep?)
the drawing claw, a beak that drills,
those vultures that descend to reap,
the valley echoes full of lore.

Hear howling wolves and yowling prey
repeatedly beseech each night
as bats ask past the voice of light
and owls sound new inquiries
while whales sing under silent seas.

Mind what the rising rivers say,
the tidings of the geese in flight,
the mountain peaks no longer white,
how climates speak between degrees.
Let's learn the language of the trees!