Tuesday, January 26, 2016

TREES

The Hanging Garden Tree
Tall Tree Trail, Meares Island
Tofino, B.C.


Forests are peopled with trees.
From babies to wise old Grandfather Cedar,
all are in a state of
Becoming, Growing, Enduring.
Much like us.

Listen to the song of this old tree,
and he will teach you
how to live.

He will whisper to you
of roots and tree-tops, earth and sky,
and of your inter-connection
to All That Is.
He will tell you the secret
of how to live in harmony
with the natural world,
with respect, nurturing life,
doing no harm.
Breathing out, breathing in.
Being Peace.
Like a tree.


When the west wind croons
through his branches
and the riversong joins in,
listen to their song
and remember:

We are air.
We are water.
We are trees.



For Grace's prompt at dVerse: Ecopoetry. My fave kind!

32 comments:

  1. That is the kind of harmony we need... trees are our friends... yet we see them with carpenter eyes, we measure and analyze.. and forest is just productivity .. yes we should listen to them

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  2. You had me floored with your opening lines :D such a magnificent write.


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. I love this. You know I am a literal tree hugger and how I love my trees and visit and listen to them daily. This is such a wise poem - perfect example - it shines.

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  4. I very much like the parallel that you draw between the tree and us humans. I've always found them to be an important metaphor for us. I have such a great love of trees too. We lost a maple this year to borers and it hurt to see her have to come down.

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  5. I hear the trees, often they sing, sometimes they cry.

    This is beautiful.

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  6. Yes. Yes. And YES. So much this. I love the Tao of trees. They have so much to whisper. I am listening...
    Thank you, Sherry.

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  7. Sherry, this is near perfect rocking of the prompt, not a whiff of politics (something I find eco-difficult to do). You had me at /All That Is/ my preferred reference to godheads & nature. What lives more gently magnificent than trees? Nothing. And here we are clear cutting & throwing lit cigarettes into them.

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  8. Love the listening and prayerful ending of:

    We are air.
    We are water.
    We are trees.

    You rock this prompt effortlessly Sherry ~ Thanks for joining us ~

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  9. The last two stanzas are especially gorgeous.

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  10. We can learn so much from the old tree. I wonder why we have for so long resisted listening.

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  11. Of course you would write something beautiful for such a pompt. I felt like I was there being and breathing. Thank you for this one Sherry.

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  12. Yes, I agree, we need to learn to listen to the trees and to all of nature. Suzanne of Art and Life

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  13. Beautiful description and world needs to listen to this .

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  14. This is beautiful...and with that photo, I want to visit Torino more than ever. It's been to long since I've been on the Island.

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  15. This prompt was a natural for you, Sherry. You speak like the native human that you are. I'm so inspired.

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  16. i listen to the song we hear when the wind croons through the fingers of those wondrous arboreal reminders of how we, the wolf, the eagle, living by and perching on are connected to this natural gift called earth.

    gracias for reminding us how our souls are one with this spirit

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  17. Absolutely adore the last two stanzas!
    I've always loved looking at trees -- they seem so human...especially when their large gnarled roots are above the ground...I can always just picture them lifting up their "feet" and dancing away! :)

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  18. This is why I'm lamenting the loss of the forest right behind my house.

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  19. This is extremely beautiful. ..I love trees....you have so well penned it....may the world read..

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  20. This is extremely beautiful. ..I love trees....you have so well penned it....may the world read..

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  21. What a lovely piece, Sherry! I love it.

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  22. Oh the wisdom trees hold...leafed limbs are my sanctuary. Beautiful!

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  23. I was transported by your words, to a beautiful place, full of wise trees. Thank you!

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  24. Oh Sherry!! This type of poetry is so natural for you...this poem breathes of deep wisdom and peace. Thank you!

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  25. This shows so much concern and love for the trees. And that tree trail looks interesting too!

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  26. Ah.. so true..
    People are trees..
    arboreal tree dwellers
    are uS.. climbing trees
    in uNion.. esCaping
    predators capturRinG
    prey.. raiSinG our
    arms iN grasp
    of liFe.. sadly
    arms fall to
    sides now..
    iN human
    fAlls Now
    leaves
    iN
    BeinG..:)

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  27. that crooning whisper - most of us never hear it. But it is there. Reminds me of the biblical "footprints". :)

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  28. I love how everything comes alive and is respected in your gentle hands xo

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  29. "When the west wind croons
    through his branches
    and the riversong joins in,"
    Beautifully said.

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  30. we are - but so many people believe we are not... ~

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