The Language of the Earth

I met a man,
Who spoke out his words in a verse,
He spoke them true,
He spoke them clear,
With a rhyme every time,
His words music to my ears,
He spoke the language of the earth.

I met a young lady,
Who spoke her words through music,
She sang them sweet,
She sang them mellow,
Her voice made my knees turn to jello,
She spoke the language of the earth.

I met a girl,
Who spoke her words through art,
She drew them large,
She drew them fine,
Her art aged well, just like fine wine,
She spoke the language of the earth.

I met an old man,
Who spoke his words through crafts,
He built them complex,
He built them elegant,
Wether the sleek mockingbird or the mighty elephant,
He spoke the language of the earth.

I met a young lad,
Who spoke his words through sport,
He played them athletic,
He played them all,
He would work wonders with any type of ball,
He spoke the language of the earth.

I looked in the mirror today,
And spake these words to myself,
I play no sport,
I speak no verse,
I sing no music and never excelled at arts and crafts,
But one day, I too, wil speak the language of the earth.