- I sat outside after the rain yesterday.
- My yard isn’t the same. We lost three trees in the last couple of years.
- One was weakened by Hurricane Sandy, cracked down the middle of her massive cedar trunk.
- The others were lost in the terrible winter ice storms…….one a giant Maple, and a little Maple brother standing beside, leaning far too much to the side.
- My yard used to be a haven of shade; now it is an expanse of sun.
- Each time I look outside, my eyes still see the Cedar, the Maples, and the birds and squirrels who darted among their branches.
- Now the sun feels harsh to a heart that cried over three deaths…..
- I love trees, I photograph trees, I talk to trees, I Reiki trees that need strength……..
- I always remember the words of a wise man who said, we plant trees even though we know we will not see them grow to be giants.
- I have planted a fig tree by one of the trunks.
- And perhaps, I shall plant some flowers in my yard; a yard that was always too shady for most blooms.
- Trouble is, a lot of furry beings call my yard home……
- Beings that love to chew, love to pee, and love to step on fragile blossoms.
- But every living thing is fragile, from the tiny seedling to the giant tree……….
- Blessings……Smile at a tree today
“The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.”
– Nelson Henderson
- THINK that I shall never see
- A poem lovely as a tree.
- A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
- Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
- A tree that looks at God all day,
- 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.
- Poems are made by fools like me,
- But only God can make a tree.
- ~~~Joyce Kilmer
|“Trees” was originally published in Trees and Other Poems. Joyce Kilmer. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1914.|