> I have the greatest awe and respect for trees. Big trees. Old trees.
> Living things capable of staying alive many times our life spans.
>
> In The Color Purple when Shug is explaining her concept of God to
> Celie she tells her to look at how trees do everything they can to get
> our attention. I fully believe that. I have been known to talk to
> trees from time to time and I believe they respond to me. Maybe it's
> the pagan in my soul (could I have been a Druid in a past life?)
I spoke with a tree in North Carolina once when I was in college. It told
me these words which I put into a song.
Hush not the caged bird who sings,
Her voice weeps like a river stream.
Winding through the darkness of days,
Painting castles in her sleep.
Hush not the whispers of trees,
Lend your body to the ground.
Plant your feet in the forest of your soul,
And listen to the silence of years.
Hush not the whales of the sea,
For they have sung for an eternity.
And they will cry if you steal their song,
For how can you sing for them.
Hush not your children today,
For they shall inherit your voice.
And if you never speak with the trees,
Then how can they hear your mother weep.
Victor
