He often pauses in the forest…

gets down on his knees as if he’s praying

to gossip with the wind


and listen to what the trees are saying.

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She loved when he read her fairy tales…she’d sit upon his knees

and be amazed how so many fairy tales took place among the trees.


Fairy tales…alive with woes and heartaches…

with battles, and wishes granted,

with damsels in distress…

where every forest seemed enchanted.


And when they walked into the woods…she always felt it there

perhaps inspired by the fairy tales…something magic in the air.


She’d point them out when she spotted them

“Dad! Look another tree…

just like the ones in the fairy tales you always read to me”.


“Look how tall they are”, she smiled…”how they reach up to the sky

I wonder how many adventures they’ve seen…with their fairy tale eyes”.


For her birthday that year…she was given the best gift she would ever see

when she delicately unwrapped…a tray of tiny trees.


“It’s to start your own enchanted forest”, Dad said as he got down on one knee,

"where you can make up your very own stories among your very own fairy tale trees”.


Later…In her back yard as she looked down at the tray of trees just planted

“Dad”, she asked, "how long do you think before this forest becomes enchanted”?


Dad put his arm around his daughter and took her hand in his….

“Just like you on the day you were born”, he smiled,


“your forest…already is”.

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In the comfort of my boat…as on the water I did float

under a cloud filled sapphire sky

From my spot upon the river wide…up ahead along the riverside

one particular tree captured my eye.


I have always been enthralled…how the trees grow straight and tall

How together they create such a beautiful sight

but something was awry…and the tree that caught my eye

was not straight…but leaning to the right.


Yet rooted to the land…this tree continued to look grand

even leaning as it did it still stood tall

For I am must now report…two trees were offering support

using their branches they would not let him fall.


The first tree did astound…it was lying on the ground

and caught the falling tree to help it stop

The second tree still standing with it’s open arms expanding

caught the falling tree nearer to its top.


And I had to smile at the sight…how nature does things right

how she uses all she has to save a tree

And the way, like birds of a feather, trees will work together

is a wonderful and beautiful sight to see.


And I thought we can learn a lot…all that nature knows and taught

for as to life…she seems to hold the keys

For wouldn’t it be grand….if one day we came to understand


How trees stand taller when they stand with other trees

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It’s passed down from generation to generation

and though it might seem simple to you and me

their is a knowledge

a method

a spiritualness

an artistry to climbing a tree.


When you find a tree you’d like to climb…you must pause…

as part of the tradition

pause to give thanks for this tree and to quietly ask permission.


For though you are happy to have found a tree that, for climbing, now befits you

you must wait for an answer from the tree…

it is the tree who must permit you.


If there is a nest in the top or it’s branches are to weak 

the tree will tell you now is bad timing

and ask you to come back when the nest is unoccupied

or its branches are more suitable for climbing.


But when you find a tree that is willing

when a tree lets you know it is time

you ascend to the top without effort

as the branches seem to assist in your climb.


And it’s just as important when you’ve finished

when the tree gently sets you back down

to again thank the tree for it’s generosity

the minute your feet hit the ground.


Yes, it seems when it comes to climbing a tree

what’s important is the spiritualness you exude…

It has less to do with your ability to climb

and more with your kindness and your gratitude…


It’s been passed down from generation to generation

and in each generation there comes a time…

when they realize the same magic that works for climbing a tree…


works for whatever in life they might climb.

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A tree in the woods...

All and nothing


  TIMBER! yelled

  the down falling tree,

  Catch my call,

  Listen to me!

  Vibrating modes,

  On no-one's nodes,

  You did not hear,

  You did not see,

  My roots as they

  Were torn out,

  But still you wonder

  Did I shout?

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The moment we start believing we are smarter than the trees…

we must place those thoughts directly on the shelves…

Because no trees have branches so foolish 


as to fight among themselves.

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They were walking in the forest when the little boy started to stare

“Daddy, when a tree dies in the forest,” he asked, “does anybody care?”


“Are their other trees around him who will cry or weep or moan?

Does a tree have other tree friends…or does it die alone?”


“A tree has many friends.” His father said. “You can see them all around.”

Then he sat his son upon the very tree that had fallen to the ground.


“Trees and the all the trees around them have many sisters, many brothers

And with the help of the sun, the rain and the Earth they rely on one another.”


“They rely on each other for food and shelter…and when it’s time to say goodbye 

I do believe they mourn together…I do believe they cry.”


“Look upon the ground beneath you” the father said, it’s proof of how trees grieve.

When one of their own has fallen…their teardrops are their leaves.”


“When one tree dies word is sent through all tree roots. 

It travels to the their ears

and they weep for one another until the ground is covered with their tears.”


“Tears that gracefully fall to Earth,

tears all trees release,

tears that form a blanket

so their friends can rest in peace.”


“No…you needn’t worry about trees my son.” the father said.

“These leaves prove they are never on their own….

and prove that any tree that passes


will never die alone.

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We have reached the season when, once again, trees enchant…amaze…and enthrall…

as they begin to change their colors…and usher in the fall.


If we wait a little longer…the Autumn winds will blow

cascading their colors to the ground…as they usher in the snow.


When the snow is melting off their branches and birds begin to sing

we notice buds beginning to form…as trees usher in the Spring,


And those buds transform to leaves…as birds fill their branches with song

and the trees provide us with their shade…that lasts the summer long.


Until we’ve come full circle to where trees, again, enchant…amaze…and enthrall

as they begin to change their colors…and usher in the fall.


As we watch them offer us shade and beauty…

perhaps there’s a lesson to be learned:

Could it be the secret to life is giving…


while asking nothing in return.

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This morning as I stepped out into the darkness   

I was met by a gentle breeze…

and in the stillness of the morning

I could hear the whispering of the trees…


A tangerine moon was setting over the mountains

and I wondered as I watched it’s waning beams…

could the trees be whispering to the moon?

could they be telling her their dreams?


I could not make out what they were saying

could not understand their words…

Could they be welcoming the morning light?

Could they be awakening the birds?


Could they be questioning the clouds…

are you preparing morning showers?

Could they be saying good night to one another

or good morning to the flowers?


I sat in the darkness…in the silence

as the sun made her ascent…

trying hard to understand…

what all their whispering meant


Then I realized…sitting out this morning…

the air today cooler than yesterday…much crisper

that I don’t need to know what they are saying…


I just love to hear them whisper

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