Thank you bullfrog, thank you cicada, 

For your throat, for your wings, 

Little reminders of all the parts of the body that can sing.

The body yawps its pleasures, groans its sorrow, barks its will. 

The body sings its life when in motion and when still. 

If the story of love cannot be told with a tongue or with a mouth, 

The legs will chirp,

the hands will clap,

the heart will beat it out.