Idioms

When the world was youthful spiderwebs sang as they were spun. Language was woven in the air as accents of winds and trees conveyed by an eloquent sky. Untrammeled meadows annunciated upon the lips of dens and burrows scooped by shrew, mole, and vole. Fresh bathed daisies signed a speech as they swayed, buttercups birthed calligraphy’s of sunlight. Giddy rills gave voice to fritillaries that flew to the sun or moon. Words were idioms painted upon the melodious leafage of the up-risen and rising. Then that shaggy brat the primordial ape it grunted forth, translating its gripey gut through the clack of a creaky tongue. Guttural and gregarious it learned to babble and belch an oral discordance. It yapped and yawped, yawped and yapped until a spoken language verbosely pivoted to prolix polluting the very airy air. Then it was that a nascent poet boldly stood rhyming would with could until even the dumbest of his tribe understood and cheered him fit to bust while the green grown world with all its idiomatic kin lost the will to express as before for the fluent earth again.