The Roar of Nature's Spirit
The Roar of Nature’s Spirit Through winding roads and rich, luminous pathways That pave our sight through bright drops of sun, The forests of India stand tall past mud and clay, Archaic, lush, and dense, with countless stories unsung. Roars, screeches, chirps, and the voices of winds Echo and set the forests into a dream that clasps. And yet our minds, both virtually and truly, overflow With every kind of sound and image that grasps. Sounds and vivid images, and hazes of green Blur our senses in a shifting screen. Yet, there comes a throb in its very heart and soul, A shudder in its spirit that pounds in our ears— Of felines, of canines, of the youngest of foals and moles, Gliding along tree trunks and caves where the bear sleeps near. Saws whirr on, driven by tired, uncaring hands, Making branches jitter and tremble in spasms. Axes fill the forest with bellows of protest for hours, From trees and beasts whose homes ar...