I love trees.
They have fascinating shapes, whether we see only their skeleton . . .
. . . view their variety of full-blown forms . . .

. . . or just get a glimpse of their hidden secrets.
They have amazing skins.
They provide homes to plants . . .

. . . animals . . .
. . . and people.
They cling to life, however precariously, . . .
. . . absorb the stings and hurts of the years, but keep growing, . . .
. . . and, even when they die, they nurture new life.
They shelter us with their branches, . . .
. . . and weep with us when we mourn.
They summon new life in the spring . . .
. . . and celebrate it in the summer.
Trees move me with their nobility . . .
. . . their blazing autumn hasta luego . . .
. . . and their singular beauty.
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Comments
Marcela
Marcela: Thank you as well. Trees are, indeed, creatures in their vital aliveness.
I love trees, too. They offer such sustenance.
I swear, white birches speak. I swear they do.
Thanks for this.
Thanks for coming by!
Trees
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 10
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer 1886-1918
The simplicity of your words - it's REALLY all about the tress - are exceptional and the photos and the whole effect is really amazing.
Thank you for your kind and gentle and beautiful posts!
umbrella: Welcome! (My, that's a colorful name!) "*gasp*" yeah, that says it.