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The Wisdom of the Wild

by Richard

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Identity

by Mark Van Doren

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The Wisdom of the Wild

by Richard

In the heart of nature's splendour, where the ancient trees stand tall,
Lies a tale of wild creatures, and the wisdom they recall.
In the Budongo Forest shadows, where the chimpanzees roam free,
They seek the healing power, in the flora of the trees.

Oh, the wisdom of the wild, in the forests deep and green,
Where the chimpanzees are healers, with the knowledge yet unseen.
They teach us ancient secrets, in the medicines they find,
In the dance of nature's balance, there's a lesson for mankind.

They nibble on the leaves and bark, of trees and ferns unknown,
With a purpose and intention, their remedies are shown.
For wounds and infections, they know which plants to chew,
Their instincts are a guide, to the healing they pursue.

From the dead wood of Alstonia, to the fern leaves they consume,
Each plant a hidden doctor, in the forest's living room.
With anti-inflammatory power, and antibiotics strong,
The chimpanzees remind us, we've known this all along.

In the face of modern challenges, with diseases on the rise,
We turn to ancient forests, and the wisdom they comprise.
To the guardians of the green, and their medicinal lore,
The wild holds the answers, we've been searching for.

So let's protect these forests, and the secrets that they keep,
For in the heart of nature, lies the wisdom, pure and deep.
The chimpanzees are teachers, of a knowledge old and grand,
In their healing ways, they offer hope to every land.

Identity

by Mark Van Doren

He knew a place on the mountain where he went
A certain kind of morning, clear and warm.
The sky was open there, and not a cloud
Came over; not a buzzard filled the blue.
The cattle never climbed so high, and the dog—
He left her in the shed. All day he walked
Without an eye upon him he could feel;
Or sat among the stones, himself a stone,
Watching an empty heaven till his mind
Passed out of him and poured the silence full.
His legs were his no longer, and a hand,
Resting upon a knee, was miles away.
All afternoon he sat, and when he moved
It was as if a stone settled a little
To firmer and longer sleep. Only the wind,
At evening, made him wake and stumble off
To stand upon a bluff over the farm.
The kitchen chimney then, and supper waiting,
Uttered his name aloud and brought him down.

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