“After death some believe their soul goes to heaven
Some think they’ll go below
But are we sure we’re the only life on earth that has soul?
Some think we’ll haunt our family
Or be stuck in limbo, or purgatory
But what about the dying trees,
Where do they go.?
They have roots to the heart of the planet
Much stronger then our own
They lay the seeds
They have wisdom from their years
They’ve been here since the beginning
They’ll be here at the end
Their roots will continue to grow new life
Will it’s soul move into these
They communicate warnings to us through their bark, branches, rings and leaves
But even when they are dying before our eyes we still don’t believe
Will they haunt these forests that get mowed down?
Do they grieve at what we’ve done
Will they visit younger trees as a spector
And share all their knowledge
Speak of the importance of their role in the circle of life
And their role in the forest
With all those roots stil remaining underneath our feet
It will forever tie them to the earth
How could they not leave some kind of an echo
Of their dying and of their rebirth
Maybe there are wandering ghostly trees
That we just can’t see
Searching for their roots
We should respect their magic and power as the sustainer of all the life
Instead of caring nothing about cutting them all down and carving them with a knife
I always say the forest is my church
But to me there is no better house to pray
Then the land that god made
There quiet amongst the sheltering trees
As I stand in the forest
I pray forever this will be
A place of zen and sanctuary
A reminder of what the planet once looked like when it was green
Because as I drive around now, there is barely any trees as a reminder that I can see
If you can understand me trees
I thank you for my air to breathe
And you’re always free to come share your wisdom and to haunt me…”
A poem from the heart…I get so upset and angry every time I see more forests get mowed down. When I drive though my hometown and think of the woods I wandered and the forts I made stealing my dads lumber and tools (sorry dad) and how it’s all gone now it just maddens me. We should be farming the lands not paving them. I pray we change out ways as a species, and turn the planet around for the better. Let’s all pray it happens…
Sasysquatchgirl 