What do trees mean to you?
What do they mean to me?
Was there a tree you ever met that was where it shouldn’t be?
Where a tree takes root there’s no dispute,
that windblown seed sown and resolute.
Life settled down in sacred ground,
roots finding their neighbor network, a forest bound.
Radiant delight cascaded from great height,
warms the heart and wakes the night.
Yawning aspens and stirring pines,
stretch their wooden limbs,
while their feathered and furry guests
open their sleepy eyes.
Arise saplings and old hollow trees,
pleased in resplendence and transcendent decree.
As the light ignites the landscape’s sight,
birds sing their cheery tune and
squirrels swoon at the bright dawn moon.
The trees tower witness to the hours
of this world’s power.
Rooted intermediaries between heaven and earth,
ancient suitors of great worth.
The homes of creatures far and wide,
flora and fauna from all tribes.
Trees.
Trees that sing.
Trees that see
all that be.
Trees,
they matter.
Trees matter to me.
Mac
Beautiful - !
What trees mean to me?
The tree of life