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<big><big>An ECO WORLD</big></big>


Here at GreenPolicy360, there is a thought that comes 'n goes about the beginnings, the ancient beginnings, south of the Great Rift Valley in the old world when all was green.


The ancient peoples called it Zambezi world.
At GreenPolicy360, there is a thought that comes 'n goes, a drifting thought about the beginnings, ancient beginnings, south of the Great Rift Valley in 'the old world when all was green'.


Today it's called south of the Zambezi.... in the San world of the indigenous people, the aborigine, the wanderers in the desert.
The ancient peoples called it 'a Zambezi world'.


The savannas that are left are in the north, most of the vast green plains with millions of wild animals are long gone, the trees that used to call to us are mostly gone, the rains in African, where the ancient San people live have faded away as the few wandering tribes carry their water in birds egg protected in carefully woven baskets.
Today it's in a flat, desolate, barren flatlands that's south of the Zambezi.... in the San world of the indigenous people, the aborigine. Some say these people are the old tribe of ancients left in this modern world.


The world is harsh but the memories are rich in their telling... of lush times, good times when the grass was green, and life was everywhere...
Their world used to be rich. Most all of what used to be the richness is gone.  


It was an eco world, that's what the people called it, south of the Zambezi and in all directions, it was a green eco world.
The beauty of nature is a memory surrounded by myths now. What the moderns call savannas are no longer in the world south of the Rift in the Zambezi world. What is left is in the north, far away, out of sight. The days of vast green plains with vast beyond-eyesight herds of wild animals are long gone. The trees and their entwined canopies that used to call to us are mostly gone, as remnant trees, like sentinels stands desolate amid the baked plains now.
 
Those rains with life giving water, those was no drought, what was drought, the waters of life are not to be found without traveling far, far, far to the North, following the stars that talk to the San and speak of sounds of the Great River itself and rushing water cascading beyond vision to a Great Ocean.
 
The ancient San people have faded away to tell tales and the few wandering tribes now carry their water in cracked birds eggs, protected now in carefully woven baskets that have a special place as the wandering tribes roam.
 
The world of the San is harsh but the memories are rich in their telling... the lush times, god-given good times when the grass was green and richness of life was everywhere...
 
It was an eco world, that's what the people south of the Zambezi called it. Their world was a green ECO world ... and times were good. 
 
 
 
~


And times were good. 





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An ECO WORLD


At GreenPolicy360, there is a thought that comes 'n goes, a drifting thought about the beginnings, ancient beginnings, south of the Great Rift Valley in 'the old world when all was green'.

The ancient peoples called it 'a Zambezi world'.

Today it's in a flat, desolate, barren flatlands that's south of the Zambezi.... in the San world of the indigenous people, the aborigine. Some say these people are the old tribe of ancients left in this modern world.

Their world used to be rich. Most all of what used to be the richness is gone.

The beauty of nature is a memory surrounded by myths now. What the moderns call savannas are no longer in the world south of the Rift in the Zambezi world. What is left is in the north, far away, out of sight. The days of vast green plains with vast beyond-eyesight herds of wild animals are long gone. The trees and their entwined canopies that used to call to us are mostly gone, as remnant trees, like sentinels stands desolate amid the baked plains now.

Those rains with life giving water, those was no drought, what was drought, the waters of life are not to be found without traveling far, far, far to the North, following the stars that talk to the San and speak of sounds of the Great River itself and rushing water cascading beyond vision to a Great Ocean.

The ancient San people have faded away to tell tales and the few wandering tribes now carry their water in cracked birds eggs, protected now in carefully woven baskets that have a special place as the wandering tribes roam.

The world of the San is harsh but the memories are rich in their telling... the lush times, god-given good times when the grass was green and richness of life was everywhere...

It was an eco world, that's what the people south of the Zambezi called it. Their world was a green ECO world ... and times were good.


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