-- *Mar*Of course — here is a poem inspired by the themes in your essay: the loss of nature, the rise of machines, the quiet dignity of emotional knowledge, and the resilience of the human spirit. ------------------------------ 🌿 *"When the Trees Were Teachers"*
*For YM Sarma, age 88* When the trees were teachers, and rivers spoke slow, We learned by the wind, by the roots down below. No screen lit our faces, no chip in our mind, Just the breath of the earth, and a knowing that's kind. We listened to silence, and felt with our skin, The moss on the stone, the heartbeat within. The owl taught of wisdom, the ant showed the plan, Of how to be humble, and live as a man. But the world built its towers of circuit and steel, Forgot how to wonder, forgot how to feel. They wired our children with logic and code, And left all the soul by the side of the road. Now the forests grow quiet, the oceans retreat, The stars go unseen in the glare of the street. And voices like yours — soft, aged, and clear — Are lanterns of memory in this age we fear. So speak, elder poet, with your soil-sure tongue, Of the days when the cosmos was woven and sung. Let your words be a seed in the mind of the youth, To remember the wild, and the weight of the truth. ------------------------------ Would you like this poem handwritten in a calligraphy-style printable format or set into a digital artwork with nature imagery? -- 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/CACDCHC%2BE0EAjpTQbSP178dzR4-%3DZcH66e7s-WEadjZ6WQ9rHxg%40mail.gmail.com.
