Languages

I once spoke the language of the flowers
My understanding ever growing
Slow to die, quick to take root
But I speak it no more

I once spoke the language of the bees
My words as sweet as honey
Always buzzing, never stopping
But I know it no more

I once spoke the language of the river
My speech eloquent and ever flowing
Slow to anger, quick to laugh
But I understand it no more

I now speak the language of man
My wanting for everything with money
Always destructive, never slowing
And I'll speak it evermore





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