Poor is the man who fails to be inspired by the tree. Oftentimes they are simply sturdy natural structures that we pass by on a daily basis, and we may be lucky enough to have a garden with one or two or more. On closer inspection, indeed meditation, we might revel in all their bejeweled majesty, or draw a multitude of inspiration in form and textures. We may listen to the gentle song of their leaves. In olden times the tree was very symbolic; a greater existence, the roots reaching down into the earth for nourishment, the trunk, a strong and sturdy body, and the branches reaching upwards to heaven, as the first psalm in the King James Bible says;
"And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season, his leaf shall not whither; and whatsoever he doth shall prosper..."
And so, I offer a selection of my own observations on trees, and my favorites happen to be the birch, the alder, willow, oak and the hazel:
Verdant eyes
Cool shade by lazy brooks:
Green giant sleeping.
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Winds flaking birch bark
Of butterfly births, floating:
Into books of words.
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Hazel fingers stretch
Chocolate nuts jingle sweet:
A flock of sparrows.
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Damson boughs bending
Ripe scent of summer fruit:
On hot buttered toast.
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Choral breeze of leaves
Forest tongues flickering light:
Chameleon chants.
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An ocean of bark
Oak vessels swaying softly
Seagulls perched on masts
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