If I listen to a Sparrow

If I listen to a Sparrow

Is it worth more or less

Than the words of a Crow

They both have things to say

So much noise

Spilling out

Going unanswered

I could hear more

If I had an inkling

Of how to do it.

So much time wasted

Trying to connect

When nothing is known

Of language

Even trees whisper

Among themselves.

They will still be there

When we are gone.

Perhaps that is true,

If we don’t hold it against them.

Too much envy

With so little time

To learn

Spit it out.

The mountains shout

The loudest

Over the top of our heads

Chineses whispers

Running from one range

To the next

Breaking ground

All the way

Down to the sea.

And don’t get me started

On the ocean

Rolling and tumbling

Full of itself

Overflowing with

Majesty and hissy fits.

Not one of them gives a fig

For you or me

But they will suffer

For our sins

Inevitably