Tanse’eryth (The Language Of Trees) (Poem)

because the language they taught me

was not enough, a paltry thing used only by them

and I wanted to talk with trees, I made my own

words reached into the sky, not grasping like hands

but open like branches, with silences so that birds could alight

and not be scared and so share their stories

though most thought me solitary even friendless

I laughed at this, being only alone

when I had to go out among them, and I felt pity

for all they could not hear