I have a thing for trees, Okay, so I’m admitting it. Walking around the French Quarter, it was impossible to miss these stately trees. I didn’t know what they were, and finally one day my walking partner asked someone and they told us they were magnolias. I had no idea magnolias grew that large.
I had never seen such trees where a single, huge limb spread ever outward, unsupported for such great lengths. Such shiny, smooth bark. They called out to me from their protective fenced-in gardens. I wanted to reach out my hand and touch their smooth surface, to tap into their strength and feel the power of the Earth surging through them.
I found this poem below which seems to sum it up for me.
Breath
by J. Daniel Beaudry
Tree, gather up my thoughts
like the clouds in your branches.
Draw up my soul
like the waters in your root.
In the arteries of your trunk
bring me together.
Through your leaves
breathe out the sky.
Can you imagine them in bloom?
Posted by Lynne on 02/28/2007 at 06:25 AM
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