-- *Mar*Of course. Here is a poem inspired by your essay *“When Trees Spoke”* and your beautiful insight that *nature once participated in predication — that language itself was ecological.* ------------------------------ 🌿 *When Trees Spoke*
When trees spoke, the air was not empty. Every breath carried a syllable of sunlight, every leaf trembled with unfinished sentences. Wind was the first grammar. Roots were verbs of belonging. The rivers translated the sky into movement, and our hearts were punctuation between one birdcall and another. Then came the age of speed — engines louder than thought, screens brighter than dawn. We mistook the echo of ourselves for dialogue, and called that noise progress. Now we speak without listening, we build without belonging. But sometimes, in the pause between two machines, a leaf still falls like a forgotten word. Listen— the world has not stopped talking. It waits for us to inhale meaning again, to let the sentence breathe through both lungs of creation. ------------------------------ Would you like me to craft another poem — perhaps shorter, more rhythmic (for recitation), or in a traditional form like a sonnet or haiku cycle — on the same theme? -- 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/CACDCHCKUgwJ1Q_pqGUYe0gw_VPZMh-OxFeEQWykZ3WfKPtNtvA%40mail.gmail.com.
