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
Hurry back, I miss you
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
Hurry back, I miss you
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