Where the wild remembers you…A tribute to Sinharaja forest reserve – By Darshani De Silva
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In the deep heart of Sinharaja rain forest,
where emerald breath clings to the earth,
rain arrives not as a storm,
but as a memory returning.
It falls in silver threads,
weaving sky to leaf,
leaf to root,
root to the dark, listening soil.
Time and again,
the forest learns its own name,
from the rain, and
in the call of birds waves,
where the fearless crested drongo and noisy orange-billed babbler protect the unseen wings.
Ancient trees lift their arms,
like quiet guardians of time,
their bark etched with stories,
no rain, no wind has dared to erase.
A chorus rises –
not loud, but alive…
frogs with trembling notes, and
insects stitching dusk into sound.
And there, beneath it all, remains,
a pulse…slow, patient, eternal,
the heartbeat of something older than knowing,
older than the word “forest.”
If you stand still long enough,
the rain will find you too,
not on your skin,
but somewhere deeper,
where silence grows roots and the wild remembers you.
