Ode To TreesA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)without them we couldn't be…ODE TO TREES… Trees, like people...are More than what they show... Much, much more than What they let us see They’re sentient beings In a sense we can’t know Uncommonly communal creatures Are the common trees There exists a hierarchy Just ‘neath the Earth Where seeds, roots and Fungi Conspire to give birth The rulers in this kingdom Are tall, tattered old trees Lightning torn and torment worn Yet wise as they can be In their alien (to us) wisdom They decide who lives and survives They provide shade and sustenance To Saplings perilous lives They communicate with one another By ways of pheremones And speak to all their Arboreal sisters and brothers In muted, deep rooted, silent tones It’s hard to imagine them As more than just outsize weeds But you couldn’t live without ‘em Since they provide your most basic need The very oxygen you inhale That is so essential to your life And without which all life would fail Cut short by Nature’s knife So look at trees as necessities They provide for you and me And with their many awesome Autumn leaves There is naught so beautiful on Earth (or so worthy) …as a humble, common tree... © 2018 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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1 Review Added on March 5, 2018 Last Updated on March 5, 2018 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more.. |

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