Words - the Heart of Imagination

Words are what are learned after being born Our language a tool is sometimes forlorn. Real communication flows from the soul. Deciphering it has challenges in any goal. Since dawn of time it has changed each morn. Take any animal sounds they are learned. Hearing is only the beginning to be discerned. Expecting we are sole communicators’ unearned. Hearts beat the same in humankind and animal. Error is ours to believe creating an anomal. An arrogance of mankind makes it tangible. Reason seeks out nothing, makes all reasonable. Trace to whatever past you believe to be palpable. Our classes have been taught to seek the truth. From our past days and nights we were uncouth. Imagination is not just humankind’s thoughts alone. Make no mistake; all creatures have structure of bone. Along with organs similar as our science has shone. Great life, whether by science or religion has grown? Intellect is not the only decision for any zone. Now go and listen to all living things with a tone. Allow not only your mind to decipher only prone. Take into the future that all life be continually sown. Imagination is in your soul, and can never be a clone. Our words are a bark or growl to others as known. Now imagine your experience, if we could only moan.