Listen!
Beneath the setting sun
by the water’s edge,
trees are telling stories
in the fading light.
Creaking and cracking
bending in the wind,
talking to each other
in windswept sighs—
their wordless language
still unknown to man. ~ms
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That’s why we hug trees in England! Lovely verse
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Thanks Bob!
One of the best things to do, especially in the winter cold, is to hug a tree.
Trees are always happy to share their warmth.
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I am pleased you are a believer my friend! Take care
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So lovely, made me feel I needed to stop, rest a moment, and commune with both the words and images…just a perfect combination! 🙂 🙂
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Thank you so much, Helen.
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great poetry and photos
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Thanks!
Trees and an ocean sunset….a beautiful way to end a day.
Wish I lived there all of the time (island of Kauai).
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What a truly unique blog you have! And fantastic photos!
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Thanks Meagan.
I looked through your blog…and it appears you are having an interesting experience in Korea (which is definitely life outside of Texas!) 🙂
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great imagination – talking trees – nice concept
with regards
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Ooooh…but wait……they do talk!
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they can, as you said,
we can not understand as you said
with regards
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Thanks Mary! Love Kauai! Lived on Maui many years ago. And trees – of course, all beings communicate – Love is constant refrain. Aloha……kai
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All being communicate….I agree!
Aloha!
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Beautiful captures and poem!
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Thank you Jackie!
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Oh grand and tender words and so sad the fallen tree…. You are a wonderful poet.
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Thanks.
Not to worry! The fallen tree is not really dead….it’s just doing yoga (the driftwood pose) on the beach!
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Beautiful! As I tree lover I really admire this! thanks for sharing
Lucy 🙂
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A warm thank you from the trees…and me. 🙂
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Excellent, both photos and thoughts!
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Thank you once again, Montucky!
Always glad to see you stopping by…..
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Beautiful verse and pictures! Wishing you well
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I see, on your website, that you have all of your pencils organized and ready to go….beautiful pictures await!
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so beautifully put together, thanks, lma
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Thank you for the compliment! When I was walking down the beach, I saw these trees leaning over—gossiping about something..
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Love this! Now scientists have found that trees actually really do communicate with each other to help each other in reproducing. I forget but I think it is through the roots. But then we knew all along that trees talked to one another.😊
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Yes, we do know!
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I believe every single tree has a story behind; it tells its story through the shape of its branches, the colors of its leaves and the way it grows up to give us a remarkable shoot. You can never find two identical trees. Trees are inspiring somehow; they could grow without water and endure thirst from year to year, till the rain comes over to give hope and joy to the abandoned trees.
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I have always felt that way too.
Trees stand there for years and years watching as life passes by all around them.
Having seen so much, their wisdom runs deep!
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Those trees are definitely windswept, but hanging in there. Thanks for sharing your photos and words with me Mary!
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