The Oldest Word

by sc0pic

Wind speaks to leaves overhead
Each leaf tells the next
Conversation overheard
Speaking the same hushing word
The same it has for years
The fundamental theorem
Of the elders and philosophers
Of the chiefs and theologians
Of mothers to soothe the troubled infant
The noises from your mouth
Are muted once itโ€™s heard
The voices in your head
Are dampened by the word
Listen carefully
When the wind picks up
The oldest word


7 Comments to “The Oldest Word”

  1. What a great smile that put on my face. I really like this!!!!!!!

  2. Oh what a beauty! Bound of nature and laid in truth, simple truth. Very nice!

  3. From the very first line, this poem is just lovely.

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