What is the language of rain?

I thirst for the opening of your lips

The words and the silence on your tongue

Time falls in drops the sea does not receive

they sink into my being

What are the thoughts of the trees?

I wait beneath the green branch of spring

I will take the world in my eager mouth

A willow wand starting to bend

Melding with the wind

What are the feelings of the earth?

The blanketed platform to which you come

I bend and weave beneath you, a leaf in a stream

It is your voice I want to go on hearing

Your touch opens the bud