Listen! and believe me.
Believe me when I say,
That I know what the birds say,
That I know what the trees say,
And I know what the winds say when they brush their soft, soft fingers against my cold cheeks
BUT I do not know what I say
And when the trees, and the winds, and the birds speak across my mind,
I have nothing to say to the trees, and the winds, and birds.
So I just listen,