The Free Radical

Our topic this week was Trees and Rain Forests.

I’ve written extensively in my published works about my magical affinity with trees. Without a word spoken or heard, many a conversation has blossomed in our shared cognitive space over decades. Rather than drawing from excerpts or pointers from the past, I’ve chosen to iterate my standing among the trees with a little poem– that rhymes, and therefore, must be silly.

If Not For the Company of Trees

Where might I be
if not for the company of trees?

Bound to the ground,
there are thoughts I have found,
That can’t rightly be thunk
without head against trunk,
Reaching sun-dappled rumination–
these musings like leaves,
cascades in the breeze–
Each seeks its own illumination.
Trees stand like prayers,
metaphorical stairs,
And as masters of longterm and timing;
When ‘speaking’ takes place,
It’s more a holding of space,
So that wee creatures can go on still climbing…

Where might I be
if not for the company of trees?

Where indeed? None the wiser,
a secret despiser–
This miserly life:
Treeless…
Insanity!
No-Sir-ee! Not for me!
A life without trees
cannot be,
For my thoughts intertwine
in their canopy…
And that’s sanity:
Connected and directed
inwardly,
Through the Life we all share
in envious stares,
Seeing the Beauty in others
And touching that place
in ourselves…
And we shudder…
You might think me mad
For all the pleasure I’ve had
Snug in the company of trees.
We should all be so lonely
with our true one-and-only–
This Forest scenting the breeze!

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