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More Than Just Trees

There is much to know about the trees. Always keeping secrets, these ancient beings, living libraries, Holders of the keys to Gaia’s vault; will sacrifice themselves rather than give away her truths. Such vigilance and dedication, noble sentinels grace the lands; they whisper make-believe stories in the winds. Unsuspecting humans think they are fact but, no tree will ever fail Gaia’s confidence. Humoring humans, is their game and believe me, these wise ones, guard the gates of history quite well; enjoy their stories but, don’t be fooled; they are more than just trees.

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Nette Onclaud

Date: 6/3/2019 4:52:00 PM

i just did a hugging tree meditation for healing and relaxation... beautiful piece, ML... hugggs

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/5/2019 2:22:00 AM

Oh good, Let's all join in and heal our planet.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 6/2/2019 6:01:00 PM

How I love the personification of trees as wise and gentle beings who are guardians of the past. Very nice, M.L.! Best wishes, Carolyn

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/5/2019 2:23:00 AM

When you're sitting beneath one and there's just the right breeze; the leaves seem to whisper, as if they're sharing age-old wisdom. Thanks.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/2/2019 10:13:00 AM

Hi MLK I enjoyed Darlene's comment below, but as for knowing that they are wise, i second your write 101 % - they are also beautiful and the older they are, the wiser they become! Hugs, Jennifer.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/5/2019 2:24:00 AM

Yes, I hate to see the old trees getting cut down. Ever since our 2003 ice storms; people around us have been cutting the older ones and planting smaller trees. It made everyone so paranoid. Thanks for dropping by.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 6/1/2019 5:34:00 PM

Hello M.L.Kiser, it is said that when the leaves are dancing in the wind, that is when the secrets are spread. have a nice evening my friend.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/5/2019 2:24:00 AM

I have to agree, Darlene. Thanks.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/1/2019 4:30:00 PM

I laugh with trees. I play with trees. I sit under trees. I hug with trees. There is nothing that makes me feel safer. You are correct, they are the wise ones, M.L.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/5/2019 2:25:00 AM

So do I and thanks. I need to go hug one or two now.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/31/2019 1:13:00 PM

Trees are all you say and more. We get our very oxygen from them. I love your beautiful tribute to trees M. L. Records in their rings for sure. A fave for me. : ) xxoo

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/5/2019 2:25:00 AM

Thanks, I do love them.

Hilo Poet

Date: 5/31/2019 9:06:00 AM

'Tis amazes me to no end, your expounding nature of a tree, Aloha William

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/5/2019 2:25:00 AM

Thanks William.

Line Gauthier

Date: 5/31/2019 5:41:00 AM

Love your poem, ML.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/5/2019 2:26:00 AM

Thanks again, Line.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 5/31/2019 5:25:00 AM

Ah, I'll never take a tree for granted again, after reading this, I think I'll go hug a tree today, Love xo

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/5/2019 2:26:00 AM

Oh good, thanks.

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 5/31/2019 1:40:00 AM

Lovely poem, my friend. Trees are truly amazing! Love the part about them whispering "make-believe stories in the winds"! ;)

M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/31/2019 5:23:00 AM

Ever since I was a kid, the leaves in the winds sounded like the trees were whispering. I like to think they are. Thanks for dropping by.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 5/30/2019 5:21:00 PM

They are our partners..they help us breathe fresh air..and so much more..I enjoy reading about your unique themes, MLK.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/31/2019 5:22:00 AM

Thanks Vijay. I appreciate the sentiments.

Panagiota Romios

Date: 5/30/2019 5:16:00 PM

Great poem. Panagiota is a tree hugger. Seriously. I nearly weep when one is.cut down, They are nature's architecture and hold secrets, I think they have souls.))) Panagiotao xoxo

M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/31/2019 5:22:00 AM

It's painful to see them come down; we don't take any down until and unless they have a fungus or if a storm takes the bulk of them down. One year, I recall a lot of new people in our neighborhood; there were many old trees and that year we had ice storms; everybody cut down the old trees and the sun shortened the life of our shingles by 8 years, because there weren't any trees up the hill.

W.A. Cholt

Date: 5/30/2019 4:40:00 PM

Your poem gives wonderful life to the noble, dignified trees.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/31/2019 5:20:00 AM

Thanks so much.