Language of Trees
“When I die, I want to be buried under 3 trees; one on a beach cliff, one on a mountain, and last in the desert. I’d like to live on through them.”
A tree seems strange choosing which form inclined to become.
Could it be possible select infinite places for leaves unfurled.
My arms gnarled twist create cool shadowed darkness below.
Rugged body rough worn offers secure creature niches’.
Ancient old wise things supply endless meaningful thoughts.
Exist on mountains experience wondrous uncertain dreams.
Living beach or on cliff breathing vast open ocean sky and spray.
Choose lone solitary or clamorous noisy grove winds a rustle.
Flowers surreal bear nourishing succulent fruit dead of winter.
After my life’s complete be buried beneath joined to create a tree.
J.Harris
Nelson Campbell
Beautiful J. As I sat and believe: Trees are gods.
J.Harris Black... replied
Nelson, Thank you
gail anderson
this reminds me of a song called Bristlecone Pine where the author says the same thing.. to be a part of something so eternal. How the tree would draw nourishment from the body.
Really beautiful and thought provoking.
J.Harris Black... replied
;-] Thank you G., you know how I love trees.
Marcella Chestnut
Lovely…
“My arms gnarled twist create cool shadowed darkness below.
Rugged body rough worn offers secure creature niches’.”
Often it is only when we become gnarled and worn that we see the beauty in the rough and twisted trunks of others… and can then offer ourselves as comfort. Perhaps you/we are not so unlike the trees already. :)
J.Harris Black... replied
Thank you for your very kind praise… I believe many are like the tree and will continue on through them.
elfie
J.B. I apologize for not seeing this earlier….this is fantastic….Trees to me are life, energy, and caretakers…..each day I go out hiking, when I am alone in the forest, the trees almost whisper in my ear…....that is how much alive they are to me…..thank you for this …...
E.