I wish to know the wisdom whispered in the trees;
What divine words make trunks grow strong,
And roots go deep—their tendrils throng,
And leaves grow green, and branches long,
To dance upon the breeze?
I seek to know the secrets storied in the sky;
What hangs the cielo ceiling low,
Where the clouds heaven’s breath does blow,
And who draws strong Orion’s bow,
When nighttime rises nigh?
I long to know the language of the languid sea;
Where on the waters’ surface calm,
Which smells of amniotic balm,
And each fish swim, and bird a psalm,