Though we all wish for simplicity, Nature is infinite in complexity. Fungi, plants, and animals create the biome That we too often see as our own.
Standing in opposition, we seek to nurture Those things that make up our agriculture. Death and waste have ruled the industrial nation. But new growth in cycles becomes regeneration.
There is vulnerability n our past tilling. It is a pattern that heats in its killing. All of this and the destructive pesticides That we all know are really biocides.
Farming done in favor of life is more than toil. It is the study of carbon and fatty acid soil. All of this works toward encouraging life. Harmony works together to overcome life's strife.
The practices we choose are revealing. These can be negative or healing. All of this has become our solution's arrival, And all of it is critical to our survival.
The Land Down Under was once pristine, A land of beauty in Aboriginal Dreamtime. Degeneration has become desolate degradation. But Australia can be saved by rehydration.
As we go down the path of revitalization, We find that gases and greenery bring rehydration. Water regains an aquifer's deep, reviving well. This, then, is the crux of this optimistic tale.
It's a sequestering as we know That from which the grasslands began to regrow. The power behind this rests in future seeds. With these, we can restore our needs.
In Kenya, the elephants are in life's room. They make all the difference between plenty and doom. A broken Acacia tree rebirth's Mombasa's brilliance, And this teases the question of nature's resilience.
(c) June 26, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along