Communication

COMMUNICATION He spoke so softly, so lovingly, Words that caught a summer morning’s breeze And they flew about the sleepy town Gathering aroma, color and body From the various flowers And from the various trees Oh there were garden flowers and wild flowers Oh yes, but there were unruly green weeds. There grew the sturdy oak, the weeping willow, But there were sick trees with rotting fruit had lately gone to seed Well, the caring breeze swept right along, But was cruelly changed by negative flow, And words of honey began to sour In blazing sun and rooster crow Thus was born a tale old as Babel, A semantic puzzle don’t you see All aint sweetness, loving, lightsome. Careless mouths don’t blend together Through human fault and fickle weather Dave Austin