I never met a tree that didn’t speak to me.
Found this fantastic Mr. Hairy Tree around Venice Beach in Venice, California. The first one was so magnificent. The closer I went the more I could hear the echo of my own heartbeat and the sounds in the background kept fading.
Unlike W. S. Merwin I do embrace the trees I see or at least I can’t help touching them. And moreover, I do speak to them even if without words.
I think we all would hear ourselves more clearly if we took the time to listen to them instead of talking to them.
I am looking at trees
they may be one of the things I will miss
most from the earth
though many of the ones I have seen
already I cannot remember
and though I seldom embrace the ones I see
and have never been able to speak
with one
I listen to them tenderly
their names have never touched them
they have stood round my sleep
and when it was forbidden to climb them
they have carried me in their branches.From “Trees” by W. S. Merwin from The Compass Flower.
I live so close to Venice, yet never see what you see…
Swear you have magic goggles and I, lazy eyeballs.
Such a pleasure to read about the Venice beach trees and see the sun shine filtering through them. And so true: “I think we all would hear ourselves more clearly if we took the time to listen to them instead of talking to them.”
~Kadambari
Oh Annie… trees and me.. we go way back
they laugh with me…..especially when I do imitations of them for them
they reach into the depths of my soul
I stand with them… & I cry when they are cut
or loose a limb in a storm
they hold this planet
create the air we breath
and give so much
magical standing people .
I have written many poems to them
thanks for sharing these beautiful pictures… I love it when they hold me spellbound and speachless