Tree Speak
(picture from internet-disclaimer)
A pious soul good
Left shrine of wood
At my foot
Instant affinity
For this divinity
Wood to wood
We communed
Spirits attuned
To revere I severe
My foliage
Leaf by leaf
Dew laden
God pleased
Happy appeased
My girth increased
Devout flocked
Others mocked
Boons shocked
Shrine enlarged
Tree chopped
God crept out
Embracing hugging
Wood to wood
Souls fused solely
Tree joyous
Holy pious
progressed
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I was in my yard and thought that the tree was a living being. We take trees for granted.
We don’t believe they are as much alive as we are.
- Ziggy Marley Author Nationalities, Musician
Originally Published: August 31, 2009
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