I’d like to share a beautiful effort by folks on the other side of the world from me who received a grant to “Sit by your favorite tree and write a poem. Know that we are listening gently, ready to hear the feeling behind your clumsy words. Tell us what you love about it. Tell us what your tree loves.”
To share yours, visit here: Poetrees
You appear three trees merged above ground
growing toward sun and rain.
You have stood a long time.
Mushrooms ring your base.
Tiny umbrellas sprout from your mossy skin.
You thrive here drinking swampy goodness collected from the skies.
Your leaves, as human hands spread out, receive gifts from above.
What do you have to tell me about how to be in this life?
I understand how to work with Earth, bend with air,
let limbs and leaves go when necessary.
The network you cannot see below ground bathes my roots,
supports my existence.
I stand tall and stand witness.
I shelter any being who comes to rest with me.
I split three ways to serve more beings, feed my core, gather more sunbeams.
Might you never forget to stand your ground even as you sit in front of your computer screen moving your branches across the alphabet lightning quick.
Remember to stand, even as you must sit. Remember the power inside your core. Remember to replenish from your roots, your connection to Earth.
Money does not matter to Earth, except what is destroyed in its name. How is it you spend so much energy tending to it?
Do not forget to stretch your limbs upward like my leafy palms and celebrate the wind.
~ Erin Waterman
Here is another tree-honoring effort by a photographer who grew up in a family who logged the trees he photographs.