Where would we be without them? Our breath, the very essence of life, is shared with us by our friends, the trees.
Imagine when the world was new
so fresh, still wet
with glistening dew
Pristine!
~a golden moment in the thought of Creation
These gentle giants, Earth’s sentries
ever watchful and enduring
have seen everything,
given humankind
their best..
And yet..
Do we take the time to watch them sway
or touch their skin while in their shadows play?
With the sun’s kiss they grow,
their arms outstretched to
feel its glow
Look closely so that you might see
they struggle just the same as we
against the suffocating tangle
of predators that strangle.
Still they rise,
their arms to the skies-
lifting us up to share the view,
ignoring the wounds we inflict as they do!
Cooling shade for family fun
Silent witness to life undone
Nature’s drama in constant motion..
while some prefer less motion-
the notion that time moves
quickly is a lie.
It is we that let the moments slip by…
until we rest beneath their heavy arms
finally comforted by the shade
and laid to climb no more
They are broken by the wind,
yet stand
Like friendship untouched by the shifting sand
of time
When suppressed they simply find another way
of growing, showing
us the way
to survive
and thrive,
by digging our fingers into the earth
A quiet place of contemplation
Springing colors that bring elation
Falling into step with dying
crimson red, their blood is shed, but
no crying!
For they are mighty, enduring, fearless!
Every bird in every tree is counting on their shelter.
Can we walk lightly on their beds,
avoiding helter skelter,
to see the love they express?
Can we feel the soft caress,
hear the gentle whisper
and see the smile of Mother Nature?
Have our hearts grown so cold
we cannot feel the pain of Earth’s great loss?
If so, then what remains?
All life shall be lost without breath, without light, without love.
Teach your children well….
This post was brought to you by Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt. I hope you’ll take a moment to visit her site and meet other great bloggers.
These photos are for my good friend Dan Antion of No Facilities I was late to the #ThursdayDoors prompt this week, but his post made me dig out these photos of New Year’s Eve shenanigans with our boys. I mean, what better way to dispose of the dried out gingerbread house project than blowing it up with firecrackers? Yep, the critters ate well that night. 😜ðŸ¤
This is a wonderful tribute to the majesty of our woodland friends. Thanks Cheryl.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure Dan. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure Dan. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteI didn't see the doors photos the first time (on my phone) - Thanks!
DeleteWhen I found them while searching for tree photos I just had to share. There was one more that showed the carnage but it didn’t transfer over and I would have had to scroll through them all over again. I’m trying to get better organized with my photos. 😵💫
DeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you John!
DeleteThat was lovely!
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DeleteAmazing, Cheryl. Beautiful photo and poem
ReplyDeleteThanks, John. I forgot to add the one line that inspired my post, this by poet Joyce Kilmer:
Delete‘i think that I shall never see
a poem as lovely as a tree.’
Love the tiny doors, but I have become even more a lover of doors since we moved 7 years ago to the forest. Now I'm back in the suburbs I miss em a lot! Great captures, Dweezer:)
ReplyDeleteI always prefer the company of trees…🙂
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