-- *Mar*Of course 🌿 — here’s an *original poem* inspired by the spirit and ideas of your essay *“The Computer Takeover of our Hormones.”*
It blends ecology, philosophy, and a quiet spiritual tone — as if nature herself were speaking through you. ------------------------------ *The Last Breath of the Forest* Once, our breath was not alone. Each inhale carried the forest’s whisper, each exhale spoke to clouds. We smelled the dawn — not as perfume, but as promise. The soil told us when to plant, the wind when to pray. But we built bright screens to imitate the stars, and forgot the patience of rivers. We measured what cannot be measured and called it wisdom. Now our hearts hum to electric moons, our hormones march to mechanical drums. Yet somewhere beneath the signal, a sparrow still remembers the map of our pulse. A root still carries the memory of our tears. If we walk barefoot again, the Earth will forgive. If we listen — truly listen — the silence between machines will open, and the green breath of God will return to our lungs. ------------------------------ Would you like me to write another poem — perhaps in a *classical form* (like a sonnet or free verse hymn), or one that could be *set to music* or read aloud in performance? -- 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/CACDCHCKJCTO%2BdCc_Pqz1Ob3cRFcGZoyUqkh7_pud%3Dzabvry82w%40mail.gmail.com.
