Clustered Solomonic columns,
Writhing; frozen in fibrous form.
Weatherworn-grey strips fall away;
Presenting rich Indian red.
Serene sentinel stands, solemn;
Confetti-strewn leaves all around.
Tree, Sydney, Australia.
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I love awesome strong tree trunks. They are quite remarkable. I relate to ‘tree huggers’ when I see one of these.
Me too, especially those that have stood for millennia.
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Beautifully descriptive.
Thank you for letting me know.
Let’s drink to the Melaleuca!
Salute Russell!
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Yes the trees are the lungs of the earth and there is unnecessary tree culling happening that is why tree huggers are shouting this out for us.
I agree, without the trees Earth will die.
As a tree hugger from way,way back, I deeply appreciate both the photograph and the powerful poem that accompanies it. Thank you.
Thank you for taking the time to comment. While I have always been attracted to power and strength of trees, it is since passing mid-life that I have become more connected to them.
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I first hugged trees when I was walking down the streets trying to get to the hospital in time to give birth to my daughter. At every pain, I grabbed a tree and hung on until it passed.They were my saviors that morning.
Wow, thank goodness the trees were there!