Idioms

When the world was youthful spiderwebs sang as they were spun. Language was woven in the air as accents of winds and trees Untrammeled meadows annunciated upon the lips of dens and burrows. Fresh bathed daisies signed a speech as they swayed, buttercups birthed calligraphy’s of sunlight. Words were idioms painted upon the melodious leafage of the up-risen and rising. Then that shaggy brat the primordial ape-man grunted forth, translating its gripey gut through a creaky tongue. A mouth-made muse had begun. A nascent poet boldly stood forth rhyming would with could, and the dumbest of his tribe cheered him fit to bust while the green grown world shrugged and turned its back in dismayed disgust.