Her hair is like crawling vines of dark oak
Stretching tall to an unlimited sky She, separated at birth from some ancient forest But being reborn in the dreams of Orangutans Sleeping in her branches. She holds history in her outstretched arms, Fossilized by extinct hominids Whispering survival to the endangered gorillas of today. If she could speak, she’d tell the world her secrets And life would bloom like African lilies. She waits for you on an enchanted boat Sailing off the beaches of Madagascar. When she reaches the New World with her Photographic eyes, She’ll bring conservation out of darkness With her fingertips. |
Once again, I had to put my ego in check when a few of us American college students went for a late night turtle viewing. On the way, we found a green turtle flipped on its back and struggling to survive. We courageously flipped the turtle back on its belly and watched it scurry off into the ocean. We felt pride and superhuman powers for saving this turtle’s life. Later, we found two more turtles and set them free - high-fiving and jumping with joy that we were finally doing what we came there to do - protect and save wildlife!
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