IF you were
a tree, what tree would you be–or like to be?
a color?
a building?
a song?
Make the title something along the lines of “Song of My Self.”
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IF you were
a tree, what tree would you be–or like to be?
a color?
a building?
a song?
Make the title something along the lines of “Song of My Self.”
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Branching Out?
Whisper of a
Gentle lullaby
In tones of
Yellow and greens
Natures walls of
Air, soil and water
Weeping tears of joy
For a good life –
Willow
© JP/dh ~ Jules
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I can’t think of a prettier tree. “Weeping tears of joy
For a good life”
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💚💚💚
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I’ll be around later to read.
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Tree To Be You and Me
If I were a tree, I’d like to be a paper birch, responding
to the cycles of the earth, shedding bark and leaves
and regrowing them again and again, ever changing
and ever the same. But I’d only want to be a birch if
you were the steady and sturdy Douglas fir beside me,
linked at our roots by fungal threads, tangled,
inseparable, unseen. Communicating and connected,
growing tall together, integrated until the end.
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Oh, my heart, Barb, this is so sweet.
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Thanks, Debbie. I have read the book “The Overstory,” as well as a NYT article on the interdependence of trees in the forest. Absolutely fascinating.
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I haven’t read the book but some articles and it is amazing about the life of trees.
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Here’s mine:
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To Be, But What To Be
The question on the table: what to be?
Not a matter of becoming. Speculation.
In winter all trees become each, and each
summer tree is a world tickled by squirrels.
A home. A need. Shelter, like air, is required
and can’t take off. Travel. Take scuba lessons.
Life-giver. Feeder. Care-giver. Turning your
patient every two hours preserves, prevents
To be other. Mother. Father. Lover. Love lies
on the line between need and desire. To be
wanted: a slice of dark chocolate torte, porch
swing, wings, fame, luck, a talent. A talent.
Talent is notably finicky. A pedigreed rose.
To be should be easy to maintain. No fish.
Something nice to have at hand. A tee shirt.
A quality tee shirt. Substantial. Universal.
Forgiving of weight loss or gain, a comfort
in the suitcase. Midnight blue. Forest green.
Being goes well with denim or wool; beaches,
work, daybreaks, gospel, science fiction, chips.
To be could be beer, a shower, soup, or a dream
in which nothing much happens. Or a good tee.
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