“You people set aside a day just to celebrate trees?”
Absolutely! See what happens when trees don’t get hugged?
“Well, we all do the best we can with what we got to work with.”
Well-hugged trees are standout creatures, as you can plainly see.
“If you think we take trees for granted, you’re crane wrong.”
On behalf of my friends and me²
I thank you for the hugz!
HaPPy ArBoR DaY!
Hallowed be the lost trees!
Blessed be the rest
in the sweet
by + by
Sage advice awaits amidst the amorous atmosphere surrounding the stone-grown glory,
which flows amongst the mountainous splendor of well-worn wonders wandering hither and thither quite freely.
Happenstance and meaningful coincidence brought us together
In synch, we shall rise above our current circumstances
The gods provide the spark
It is you and I
who decide to fan the flames
regardless of which way the wind blows
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
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
© Uncle Tree
After most of us have passed away
a piece of us is left to stay
hanging on for
on the future
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
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
♪ ♫ ♪
Stealing a glance under my branch,
I spied a green-eyed lady,
as if, by Chance, or Fate’s romance,
she found me cool and shady.
I heard her sigh for times gone by,
her breath grew slow and steady.
I knew not why, but in her cry,
old tears stood at the ready.
Releasing all, the rain did fall
on ruddy roots and timber.
Like thunder calls that break down walls;
like leaves turn in September.
In the twilight ~ West Sun’s daughter
photon dancing on the water