the history of trees

ISN

so wise and yet impassive
like sentinels of the past
and signposts to the future
the tall trees stand so silent
whispering between themselves
words of ancient beauty
on the wings of wind
rustling in their leaves
which fall in mosaics
of browns and reds and yellows

rustling in their leaves
are the answers to history
they are the witnesses of time's folly
and they hold the secret hope for tomorrow

the stark bare branches of winter
protest

pacifier

This is cool. I really like it. You captured my thoughts here I think. Trees are amazing. They've been through so much we will never know because their past extends so much further than our own. Imagine passing by the same tree that your great great grand parents had so many years before (I know you're from Ireland, so you'll have to think of a tree from Ireland, but You know what I mean). Wouldn't it be cool if trees had memories and senses to capture them? They do seem so still and secretive, like they have a knowledge and a wisdom beyond our own. They will see our children grow and then their children and their children's children. They are the givers of life, well, the keepers of life, if you consideer the air we breathe as their gift to us. Anyway, I probably seem a little crazy right now, so I'll leave it at that.

ISN

you don't sound crazy pacifier, you've summed up my feelings on the subject (by the way my ancestors were from Donegal - a place with incredible beauty, but mostly tree-less)

pacifier

ISN wrote:

you don't sound crazy pacifier, you've summed up my feelings on the subject (by the way my ancestors were from Donegal - a place with incredible beauty, but mostly tree-less)

Well maybe a rock saw them. I have close to the same feeling for rocks

pacifier

pacifier wrote:

Well maybe a rock saw them. I have close to the same feeling for rocks

I mean check out the big one in the centre of Australia, I'm sure it's seen a few interesting things in it's 'life'time (existance)

ISN

me too.....I love rocks, stones, pebbles etc......but I hate concrete!!!!

pacifier

ISN wrote:

me too.....I love rocks, stones, pebbles etc......but I hate concrete!!!!

No, definately not concrete, just natures beauty, ever changing yet always perfect.

ISN

it's true, even when nature gets so fierce (like with the Hurricanes) you can't help but be in awe of its incredible beauty......and the whole complex interrelationship between everything.......I read the other day that a certain species of butterfly is being threatened by human activity......I think us humans are amazing too, but we're so selfish......I admire indigenous peoples, who have a really profound relationship with nature, something us 21st C people have lost......(although we have traces of it)

FinsburyParkCarrots

If you believe in chaos theory, a butterfly in Iraq can beat its wings and cause a hurricane in America.

ISN

theories are just theories

twin2

ISN wrote:

so wise and yet impassive
like sentinels of the past
and signposts to the future
the tall trees stand so silent
whispering between themselves
words of ancient beauty
on the wings of wind
rustling in their leaves
which fall in mosaics
of browns and reds and yellows

rustling in their leaves
are the answers to history
they are the witnesses of time's folly
and they hold the secret hope for tomorrow

the stark bare branches of winter
protest

Very nice ISN. This one is just really beautiful.

depopulationINC

very nice. personnally, I like the rocky mountains. There are 2 things that I really like about them. The water flows from the top of the world. I mean, its been ice caps for a long time. eventually it ends up in the ocean. could you imagine the lifetime of one drop of water. cloud to snow to ice to water to waterfall to stream to river to ocean. Its amazing. I also like flying over the mountains and seeing the vast glacier water vallies, never touched by man

ISN

thanks Depop and Twin2......

I don't know much about the Rockies, but that idea about them is incredible......:)

Being Enlightened

ISN wrote:

so wise and yet impassive
like sentinels of the past
and signposts to the future
the tall trees stand so silent
whispering between themselves
words of ancient beauty
on the wings of wind
rustling in their leaves
which fall in mosaics
of browns and reds and yellows

rustling in their leaves
are the answers to history
they are the witnesses of time's folly
and they hold the secret hope for tomorrow

the stark bare branches of winter
protest

Just amazing, ISN!!! Magestic and magical are the trees and your poem certainly painted them as such. And I also agree that we people need to really think about the land and the other creatures that share this land. We depend on nature for our survival, it's time we treated this planet with more respect!

Righteous Jammer

I love poems about nature!

DopeBeastie

the feggin' durned butterflies, friggin' up my morning sky
wings of mother-lovin' bitches

lol


ISN ~ I think this poem stops before it says what it means. Those last lines are clues to something. I'd like to see more....