Languae of Romance

I do not speak another language… I use to think, if I had the chance, I would choose French, Italian or Spanish… you know…the languages of romance. But over the years of taking a walk at the beginning of each day… I now wish I spoke the language of nature… and understood what she is trying to say. I wish I knew the language of the birds that soar across the sky and all the creatures that swim under the seas… I wish I knew the langue of the flowers, the mountains, the rivers and the trees. I wish I knew the language of the wind and the rain as they flow by me through the air… If I could speak their language…imagine all the secrets… all the knowledge they could share. Yes, now as I take my morning walks I wish I had the chance to learn how to communicate in natures tongue… the one true language of romance.