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| Deep in the rainforests of the Indian state of Meghalaya, bridges are not built, they’re grown. Why built a bridge - Pourqoui constuit un pont An old man going a lone highway, |
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim.
The sullen stream had no fear for him,
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here.
Your journey will end with the ending day.
You never again will pass this way.
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide.
Why build this bridge at evening tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followed me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim.
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!"
- by unknown author
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| English-French Translation by (Traduction anglais-français par) Google Translate |
heart song from: TheEggMan21 post on Reddit.com thread:"What quote genuinely sends a a shiver down your spine?"
photos from: "How to grow your own bridge: Villagers create 'living' crossings by training roots across a river" http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2035520/Meghalaya-villagers-create-living-bridges-training-roots-river.html
