One of the other attendees at the Writing Workshop at Schiff Nature Preserve last Saturday graciously agreed to let me post one of her creations. She created this poem in a 20-minute writing session, and it just captured my heart and reflects how we both feel about our noble tree friends. Visit Treesa's website and see her other artistic work and creations: http://tjoycreations.com/
Just Like a Tree
Who do you think you are pretending to be so not like me, Silly One. Are we not both fibrous sinew wrapped in myelin sheath
Don’t we both stand just a little bit taller When the sun summons us to look up
Don’t we both say, “Ahh” when cool waters After a long, hot summer’s day swirl around our rooted toes
Do you not smile back at me when my petaled face giggles at you When I poke out of my frosted jack-in-the-box
Don’t we both cry for silence When chaos dizzies us with mayhem
Don’t we both want to be covered and protected from our vulnerable nakedness When winter’s heavy hand strips our mask from its lodged grasp
Do you not like to bend and sway When the winds of Spirit whisper in your ear Beckoning you for one last dance before the music slips back into memory
Do you like it when the bird leaves its squashy mess on you? No, me neither And yet haven’t we both found a way to use it for good?
Do you see that our green eyes are shimmering together As we stand smitten in fixed gaze
Do you like my newest garb It’s kind of growing on me
Yes, we are nearly identical, you and me However, you have two legs and I but one
You run and jump but I stand here Waiting for you to return
I took a writing workshop with Kathy Kane, entitled Writing in the Woods. If you have the opportunity to work with her, please DO! www.kanecreativeconsulting.com. In her workshop, we used this poem in one of the exercises. I couldn't help but share it! Lost Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest know Where you are. You must let it find you. An old Native American elder story rendered into modern English by David Wagoner, in The Heart Aroused - Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America by David Whyte
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