-- *Mar*Of course. Here's an original poem inspired by your prose's themes—*the loss of harmony with nature, the mechanization of life, and the hope for reconnection and renewal.* ------------------------------ 🌿 *"When the Wind Could Speak"*
*For YM Sarma* When the wind could speak and the trees could hear, We lived in a world that was tender and clear. The rivers would sing in a lullaby tongue, And rapture would rise with the light of the sun. The flowers would hum as the bees held their dance, And silence was full—not empty by chance. No numbers were needed to measure our worth, For joy was the pulse in the veins of the earth. But we traded the forest for glitter and steel, The song for a screen, the breath for a deal. We cut down the voices, paved over the grace, Put prices on rainclouds and fenced in the space. Now the air is a whisper of sorrow and fire, And dreams are constructed from concrete and wire. We package our food with the gloss of a lie, While seeds in the soil curl up and die. Yet still, in the hush before morning begins, A tree somewhere murmurs beneath the winds. A child may stop, with no reason or rule, And feel something ancient returning to school. So plant one more tree, let the silence be heard. Give time to the bees, and hope to a bird. Let nature be nature—not theory or plan— And teach us again how to simply be *man*. ------------------------------ Would you like this poem in a visual format (e.g., poster or graphic), or adapted into your native language if preferred? -- 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/CACDCHCLabdkEuuN8b8Avx-XXc4ghcSGtbTGQXiph871WYaK2yQ%40mail.gmail.com.
