The Tellers of Tales
by cricketjeff on April 19, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
And poetry exists on every side;
A sonnet in a sudden winter squall
And villanelles recited by the tide.
The trees can speak of many ages past,
While rocks perceive still greater spans of time,
And though to us their history is vast,
The mountains want to tell their tales in rhyme.
Stand silent then and listen to the Earth,
Its whispered winds and many laughing streams.
They’ll spin you yarns of death and then rebirth
As Gaia sleeps unstirred by endless dreams.
The best of men can hear the planet sing
And only she sees good in everything.
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees,
books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
– William Shakespeare