When I first spoke,
no one taught me how to speak
no one took my lips and moved them
to the beat of rhythmic tongue.
Instead, I tasted the scent of sunflowers
leaning toward the sun
and laid beneath their shadows
while the breeze gently whispered
a lyrical tune.
Instead, I feasted on the moving clouds
spread across the horizon
and as the breeze gently whispered,
I swayed and they swayed
to the rhythm of their poetic tongues.
I listened to the music
of birds and butterflies
their beating wings a metered chant
they sang and I sang too
and this is where I learned to see
where I learned to develop the sound
None may ever understand the lyrics
none may ever understand the reasons why
they may look on with pained expressions,
but I am not done
I am not done
until I force these words
out of my very soul –
it is the nourishment I seek
it is the solace that I cherish
and as a bird must continue its life in song
I shall continue to sing.
© Sumyanna 2017
Gorgeous image courtesy of Pixabay.com