Grown up where they can,
each reaches for light and water
in the canyon rock and sand,
drinking deeply to lose limbs
they can’t support, trying to tell us
the same thing, over and over again.
We are not the only species flawed
with big ideas – it’s normal, it’s natural
to keep on like we had a brain.
I think that trees should have been named number one in the Seven wonders of the World. I wonder how old this sycamore tree is? I am in awe of this specimen withstanding the whims of nature. It exemplifies the word, steadfast, for me.
Thank you for this inspiration.
Thanks, Phylliss, I agree. I tend to personify trees in my poetry, trying to look at the world through their eyes, that gets to be pretty pantheistic more often than not. I imagine that this tree is 100-150 years old, but no telling how old the root ball may be. We have many 300-400 year-old trees, that are really stems grown out of a root ball, on Dry Creek, one of the largest Sycamore Alluvial Woodlands in the world. One exposed root ball here measures approx. 15′ x 20′ that I would imagine is much, much older than its stems. Robbin photographed an interesting oak last week that also looks quite human – we’ll post it shortly. I think they all have something to tell us if we have the eyes to see.