Song Of Understanding

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forest at night

In the quiet of the mornin’

long before the cock does crow

the early bird, she comes a singin’

(hard tellin’ what she knows)

♪

Seems to me, her tweets are secret-

coded notes with birdy words

so concise and quite direct

the foreign language that I heard

♫ ♪ ♫

sunrise in the forest

♥

I bet, she often wonders if

her love can hear her song

restin’ in his tree on yonder cliff

Is it for her, he truly longs?

 ♪

Is it for her, he waits at sea?

Does he not know her place?

Can he not see that he is free

to leave that lonely space?

♫ ♪ ♫

tree on a cliff

‘Twas then, I swear, I heard her sigh

one quiet chirp released

Her sadness nearly made me cry

as if her love deceased

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Sometimes, the world just seems to stop

I know not how or why

alone we stand — no stage — no props

but moments do pass by

♪

sunrise in the forest

In the stillness of that wanin’ night

no single thought in mind

I watched the dark give way to light

and understood their kind

▼

Right then, I heard the sound of wings

a feather brushed my nose!

I felt the grace the good Lord brings

and shouted, “There he goes!”

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I raised my eyes to clear blue skies

observin’ love in flight

two mates — forever in faith they rise

with nothin’ but hope in sight

♥

Uncle Tree; Keith Alan Watson

Uncle Tree

 ♪

A Soul Full Of Diamonds

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Imperishable

♥

From atom to molecule,

I have always been there for you.

From cellular distractions to complex organisms,

I have kept you right by my side.

From plants to ferns to trees,

I have watched you ever evolve.

From petrifying flesh to blackest coal,

I have secured your safe arrival.

♥

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When She Speaks To Me

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wallpaper

From the bark of a puppy dog
to the croak of a bullfrog
She knows the language of life

From the pussy cat’s “Meow”
to the Willow’s humble bow
She knows the signs of strife

From the Raven’s rowdy “Kaw!”
to the roses raised for all
She sings for the whole gallery

shroom forest

But when she speaks to me

the woods become one tree

and peace reigns in the valley

for UT, who loves her gladly

with a madness

u-n-d-i-s-t-u-r-b-e-d

♥

© Uncle Tree

The Imp Path

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The Imp Of Ivy

Tickling her way through the moss in the Spring
young imp bursts forth into the light of day
Winding a path from the trunk to the crown
by Summer’s end she will be free to kiss the sky
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Ivy ympe 
Waving in the wind and waltzing in the rain
she feels for her ancient oak, making his life sensational
Her ecstatic cling informs his essential being
Thus he knows in the densest way just why his sap stirs so
♥

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Fairy Tale Kisses

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Valentine's Heart Afire
♥
 Like kindling and kin
crispy crackling flames within
leap forth to lick the stars of lust
whilst twilight beckons
the dawn of fresh sunlight
to rise in beams over lover’s aureoles
before bursting radiance into rays reflecting
smooth pink skin and rosy red cheeks 
under eyes all agleam in gazes of glory
 ♥
 To dare set ablaze
fiery trails and flimsy bridges
with a controlled burn and a flaming passion
for Love’s idyllic best and Life’s fondest pleasures
all wrapped up in soft warm flesh
melted in fairy tale kisses
 ♥   ♥   ♥   ♥   ♥   ♥   ♥
 Uncle Tree
♥

Lick The Love That Drips

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Valentine's Day

Oh, my sweetheart!
I’m so glad you chose Life
with me in yours and you in mine

We must carefully tend
our beautiful little flower
cocooned in Love so sweet

Affectionately, I thank the powers that be
ineffable and ethereal
for the innate healing power of the heart

We are cured to the maximization
all that is allowed — and then some
as our blood mingles and ferments

The finest wine cannot compare
The purest honey bows before us
The bees will lick the love that drips

For no heart can hold
the expansiveness that ever grows
beyond the reach of Time and Space

Held in Infinity’s arms
Cradled by the magnitude of each moment
we blaze a trail with the fire that never burns

Heaven’s Eternal Flame
bestowed in and around us
A warmth and a gift
we will forever share together

Hearts and Butterflies

Uncle Tree 

♥

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Hesse: For Trees Eyes Only

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a favorite author Hesse

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured.”

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