If If If... (a poem)

What language would I use to tell you about the sky? The language of swans? or starlings? What about the Sea?

Would I  have to learn the language of dolphins or whales?

And if I knew the language of the sea I could explain the depth of my love and pain.

And if I knew the language of the sky I could have thoughts as clear as air.

And if I knew the difference between those languages I would know when to breathe and when to stop.

I would sit at the bottom, where you are allowed to keep still and it is impossible to hurry.