-- *Mar* Education in the School of Free Ecology Before the walls of stone were raised, Before the bells and clocks, The forest held its quiet school Among the roots and rocks.
The river wrote its silver lines Across the patient land, And every leaf that touched the sun Held wisdom in its hand. There every bird was teacher, Every wind a gentle guide, The mountains spoke of patience, And the oceans breathed of tide. The ant explained cooperation, The bee revealed the art of care, The forest taught abundance To those who chose to hear and share. No organism was excluded, No life too small to learn, The moss upon a shaded stone Had truths for us to earn. Education was attention, A listening heart made still, To feel the pulse of living earth Beyond the human will. But then we built our towers high Of numbers, steel, and speed, And called it knowledge, though the soil Lay silent in its need. We trained our minds for markets, For profit, power, and control, While forests lost their ancient songs That once had shaped the soul. Yet still the open meadow waits, The river does not cease, Inviting every living form Into its school of peace. Where love becomes the language, And freedom is the rule, And life itself—unbound, alive— Remains the truest school. For when we learn from living earth, >From root and wing and sea, Education finds its heart again— In *Free Ecology*. 🌿 -- 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%2BoqeOFUx_E4GXwFE6o7uaCjdWvbs7o_CviBhPT5otOqA%40mail.gmail.com.
