When the night fell over the Nairobi Nursery, the air was filled with heartbreaking cries. Several baby elephants — recently rescued after losing their mothers to poaching — couldn’t stop calling out into the darkness, their tiny trunks reaching for comfort that wasn’t there.
But they weren’t alone. The devoted caretakers from the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust (DSWT) stayed by their side all night, whispering soft words and gently touching their foreheads — the same way a mother elephant would comfort her calf in the wild.
These caretakers sleep on thin mattresses near the baby elephants every night, wrapping themselves in blankets while holding milk bottles and torches. They know that the emotional wounds run deep. Elephants, just like humans, mourn. They remember. And they love. 💔
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mattress تشک
mourn سوگواری، عذاداری
But they weren’t alone. The devoted caretakers from the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust (DSWT) stayed by their side all night, whispering soft words and gently touching their foreheads — the same way a mother elephant would comfort her calf in the wild.
These caretakers sleep on thin mattresses near the baby elephants every night, wrapping themselves in blankets while holding milk bottles and torches. They know that the emotional wounds run deep. Elephants, just like humans, mourn. They remember. And they love. 💔
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mattress تشک
mourn سوگواری، عذاداری
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When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
“When I Am Among the Trees”
~Mary Oliver
Artwork~ Nino Chakvetadze.
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
“When I Am Among the Trees”
~Mary Oliver
Artwork~ Nino Chakvetadze.