The Trees That Make It Bearable

Cherry

By Jane Hyphen

Fri, 06 May 2016
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The trees that make it bearable

Have something to show me

Something to say, they whisper

All anew in May, rustling

Fresh taffeta layers that

Spell the word ALIVE in

Every shade of green

Limbs, studded with life

Toward me, they quietly lean

They’re landmarks on the way

Living gods to which I turn

At every turn, they’re always true

In times of swell and in decay

Inviting me, ‘look up’ they say

‘Play stuck in the mud,’

Arms outstretched to all

A miracle in every bud

Pillars of earth and sky

Hosts of the purest notes

Belted from beaks up high  

Constant friends as all

Around we rush and wobble

And die inside

The trees implore me to believe

I am alive

 

 

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Submitted by celticman on

yeh, I quite liked the ents in Lord of the Rings. I guess we think of trees as miracles and rightly so. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks celticman. If a coconut has hair and produces milk, it must be a mammal.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This reminds me of a book I had as a child about trees, and had an odd little story where an alien is supposed to end up saying he preferred the beings with the green heads!
The amazing unfurling of the fresh green, and the steadiness of the rooted, steady shelter is soothing, and speaks to me of the provision, and skills of their Creator and Upholder, like a parable in a way – Belted from beaks up high! to us in our rush and wobble. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

They quietly save us.  Beautiful and urgent.

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Rhiannon - the green heads are so restorative, humans are sort of draining. Trees really do provide - the oxygen and so much more.

Philip they really do don't they, thank you for reading.

 

Submitted by Yvonne Anderson on

There is a wisdom here about a way of being. I enjoyed it a lot. May is just the best month as well!

Best wishes. Yvonne