When a Tree CRIES in the Woods, do you HEAR IT?

BhagavadGita

do you hear her cry;

"I WANTA GO HOME. I WANNA GO HOME ....god i want to go home."

viggs20

There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.

The trouble with the maples,
And they're quite convinced the're right
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.

But the oaks can"t help their feelings
If they like the way they"re made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can"t be happy in their shade?

There is trouble in the Forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the Maples scream "Oppression!"
And the Oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
"The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."

Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw.

The Trees.
RUSH.

PhillyPJ

Originally posted by viggs20
There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.

The trouble with the maples,
And they're quite convinced the're right
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.

But the oaks can"t help their feelings
If they like the way they"re made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can"t be happy in their shade?

There is trouble in the Forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the Maples scream "Oppression!"
And the Oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
"The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."

Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw.

The Trees.
RUSH.

this is a nice poem. thank you for sharing it

keven 33

i used to hear here cry
it used to be my heartbeat
id cry too

but i found out that while i heard her cry
she was laughing

so i guess that i was her

tenaciousA

whose woods these are i think i know,
his house is in the village though;
he will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.

my little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmhouse near
between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year.

he gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake.
the only other sound's the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake.

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but i have promises to keep,
and miles to go before i sleep,
and miles to go before i sleep.

-robert frost

BhagavadGita

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but i have promises to keep,
and miles to go before i sleep,
and miles to go before i sleep

i have seen these words before
the woods are lonely dark and deep......

lay with us, no more fighting within oneself

tenaciousA

like an angel, fly over your house
like an angel, pass out wishes
like an angel, i will move the arrow
like an angel, i live alone
i'm not livin' what was promised
i am close but can't enjoy
oh i'm not dyin'
oh i'm so tortured cuz i see all
tortured, and all i cannot do
tortured, all i should have done
tortured, while i occupied a man
i'm not livin' what was promised
i am far from glorified
oh i'm not dyin'
oh i'm not alone
mind is not a celestial state with idle hymns of praise
time is short, i have an appointment at noon, at noon in hell
across the waste of space and fields of air, i glide alone at night
oh please please think of me cuz i'm, i'm by your side
i'm by your side...i'm by your side oh
i'm...i'm right in front of you...i'm by your side

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by BhagavadGita
the woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but i have promises to keep,
and miles to go before i sleep,
and miles to go before i sleep

i have seen these words before
the woods are lonely dark and deep......

lay with us, no more fighting within oneself

Ah! Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

I love that poem!

BhagavadGita

i love that poem too.

Being Enlightened

In like the last years of grade school we had to pick a poem to memorize--what made me love Robert Frost's was that I could see what he was saying--I still remember the whole thing.

Stopping By Woods On A snowy Evening By Robert Frost'

Whose woods are these I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep



I always loved this...I'd love to be near those woods right now!
Hugging all the snow covered trees!


I hope I didn't forget any verses!

BhagavadGita

Originally posted by Being Enlightened
In like the last years of grade school we had to pick a poem to memorize--what made me love Robert Frost's was that I could see what he was saying--I still remember the whole thing.

Stopping By Woods On A snowy Evening By Robert Frost'

Whose woods are these I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep



I always loved this...I'd love to be near those woods right now!
Hugging all the snow covered trees!


I hope I didn't forget any verses!

You are there! Cant' you see the snow, the Olympics got snow last night and I am told you can see it from Lowman beach.

Awwwww, the smell of pine makes me so happy.

coleen

gita you have so many wonderful threads that its hard to pick my favorite oldie...but this one is about the trees and when i think of them, i think of you and i smile.

BhagavadGita

Let's put on fluffy sweaters and go hide from everyone in the woods.

I gots all kinds of time on my hands. Whose got the cabin? I can dress rocket dog up like a horse.

LETS GO.