This is a story of beginnings and a story of endings.
When the creator spoke the first word all the creatures that lived on our earth awoke, stretched and opened their mouths to repeat it. The sun rose in the sky, and set in the evenings, the stars moved around in the sky, and all creatures spoke to each other. The sun to the girl, the lion to the stone, the robin to the tree, and the earth to the sky. Today the sun and the moon has turned many times, and the patterns in the sky have changed more times than your or I could count, and the languages have been forgotten and left behind. Yet as long as the sun turns in the sky and the stars shift in their place, as long as there is movement and harmony the language will exist. And while it is not difficult to hear this language; it is around us all the time, the difficulty is speaking it.
Some people are born with the gift of the language on their tongue, although it may take some time before they can taste it. There are three kinds of languages, three kinds of gifts. The first is the gift or people speaking. Many rulers posses this gift. People listen, believe, love and obey them. The second gift is animal speaking. Those lucky enough to posses this gift are often shunned, as society is suspicious of those who speak with the wild things. The third gift is special and rare; it is the gift on nature speaking. I have never known one to hold the gift of nature speaking, although I have heard tales weaved through legends. The tongue of fire or wind or water or tree lies dormant within all of us, and though I have strained my hears I still cannot hear it. But someday I know I will discover how to speak it again.
I believe that when the stars stop moving, and sun stops turning we will return to the way it once was, conversing with the snail and the hawk, the butterfly and the dingo alike. Speaking to the sun, the moon, the earth, the sky.