-- *Mar*Certainly. Here's a poem inspired by your themes of ecological collapse, the failure of mechanization, and the urgent call for a new beginning rooted in nature, emotion, and healing: ------------------------------ *The Next Beginning*
*by request* We built our thrones on oil and steel, Called every wound "a better deal." We crowned the gears, forgot the tree, And priced the wind that once was free. We wired our limbs, unlearned our skin, Let circuits hum where breath had been. We taught the child the praise of chrome, But left the roots to die alone. Now jobs fall quiet, markets drown, And towers crack from top to crown. The clockwork king has lost his hand— The soil reclaims the cities’ land. But hush. Beneath the metal's wail, A softer voice begins to sail. The moss still sings. The rivers grieve. The sparrow waits. The forests breathe. The next beginning waits in seed, In broken stone and windblown weed. Not more machines to dull the pain, But hearts that learn to feel again. We’ll work with hands that plant and mend, Speak scent and silence to the end. No wage but wonder, joy as pay— To heal the Earth, and not betray. So let us start, not with a plan, But with the care of soil and sand. The world is not a thing to win. The world begins where we begin. ------------------------------ Let me know if you’d like this poem translated, expanded, or put into a particular format (spoken word, musical lyrics, etc). -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHCJTegM%2B-mi%2BHmEiyxVSpiDbJPPpxQ63arNwSZuO%2BqyzHg%40mail.gmail.com.
