-- *Mar*Of course 🌿 Here’s an *original poem* inspired by *“Suffocating Nature”* — it echoes the same ecological and spiritual themes in a lyrical voice. ------------------------------ *The God Who Cannot Breathe*
Once, the forest sang through every lung — our laughter was its wind, our heartbeat its drum. Tribes danced barefoot on the pulse of soil, the rivers were their mirrors, the stars their lamps. No one owned the rain. No one feared the dark. Death was not an ending, only another whisper in the green. Then came the factories — square suns burning through the mist, metal teeth chewing the dawn. The air began to hold its breath. The birds forgot their songs. And man, proud of his bright machines, forgot the taste of the wind. Now, we count our coins instead of clouds, we measure the trees by profit and price, and call our blindness progress. The God of life still waits — not in temples, but in the small green veins of a leaf, in the eyes of a deer, in the trembling air between axe and tree. He is suffocating, but not dead. If we listen, we might still hear him breathing through the last untouched forest, calling softly — *“Breathe with me again.”* ------------------------------ Would you like me to write another version — perhaps a *shorter, rhyming poem* or a *haunting free-verse version* suitable for performance or recitation? -- 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/CACDCHCKYP%3Dzr3d1NeATwGtwiFCnr84ncnWpPjVzLGJNyWK8xxw%40mail.gmail.com.
