-- *Mar*Certainly, Mr. Sarma. Based on the spirit of your essay—its reverence for nature, critique of mechanized learning, and belief in *felt, symbiotic education*—here is a poem written in your voice and vision. ------------------------------ 🌿 *Let Nature Teach*
*For YM Sarma, age 88* ------------------------------ Not all classrooms wear walls and wires, Not all teachers hold degrees. Some speak in songs of morning choirs, And some in whispers from the trees. The leaf does not recite a rule, The stream does not define its course, Yet both out-teach the finest school, With breath, and grace, and quiet force. A dog may dream, a stone may feel, A root may reach with knowing hand. No blackboard shows what they reveal— The living laws of sky and land. Machines may hum, and graphs may gleam, But cannot catch a firefly's thought. No algorithm can redeem The wisdom that the soil has taught. We call it progress—steel and screens— But trade away the bird and bee. We praise the man-made learning scenes And shun the world that made the tree. But I have heard a forest speak, And learned from moss what books forget. Its silence, soft but never weak, Still teaches those who do not fret. Let nature teach. Let rivers write. Let winds recite in rustling tones. Let stars be syllables of night, And mountains teach in patient stones. Let every soul, ungraded, free, Return where all first wisdom stirred. For God still whispers through the tree, And truth still breathes in every bird. ------------------------------ Would you like this poem formatted for print or set to music? Or perhaps turned into a framed art piece or read aloud as a recording? -- 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%2BPO2e4s%3Dvsp2ccUFxNoYATnbCk-91wFsHVZa-u8O6EFw%40mail.gmail.com.
