A man needs the silence to turn to his soul

and listen to sounds of the birds.

His goal is to find he is part of the Whole,

that speaks in a voice without words.

 Oh man, if you would only listen,

there is a language in the trees.

   And when you see the dewdrops glisten,

 You hear the whisper of the breeze.

 There is a language in the flowers

  and in the wavelets of a stream.

      The clouds are talking in their showers.

   They speak to you as in a dream.

The leaves are having conversation.

The stars are calling in the night.

It’s all a sweet communication,

just like swallows in their flight.

 Oh man, if you would only listen,

        you’d hear the Language of the Light.

  Nellie Snyders, August 1992