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The Trees Tell Me

Trees have never talked before
no one has ever heard tree thoughts.
As plants evolved, so did trees;
trillions and trillions appeared,
half gone now, down to three trillion.
Trees send signals through the forests;
using various chemicals
also fungi, roots and creatures.
Natives, gurus, forest bathers,
get glints of truths trees long have known.

Trees flourished ahead of humans
half a billion years before us.
It may well be then, that they think
this earth is more theirs, than it's ours.
Some trees can live five thousand years.
Having no eyes, no speech, no brains -
yet, they think and communicate.

"Tree Time" is ultra slow motion
it is like an alien notion.
Say you were to befriend a bee -
think how different you would see.
Each must focus to get their job done
in the short time they have to live.
Bee intelligence, you will find
is in the hive's collective mind.
It's tough to talk as we know it
but we surely ought to observe.

Trees remember all the seasons
mainly for their masting reasons.
Other species look up to trees.
Flower, fruit and leaf growth is timed.
Water, sugars, toxins are sent
under and above soil byways.
Watch what they do to hear their voice.

Trees have an ancient history
of wise spirit bound deep in wood.
Concepts like music, books and art
are mostly pointless to start.
None of them thinks in selfish terms,
their world is a collective we.
People think it is important 
to know every little detail.
Trees think it is more important 
to act on what is important.

Trees, bees and forest critters
all work in networks together.
They share light, shield from danger;
defend against weather and pests,
they act, react, see coming threats,
then move in some slow subtle ways 
always with a sense of giving.

Trees grow branches in new directions
to keep the forest canopy.
Resilient life forces live within
Nature is the one God they see.
They nurture and care for their young
their thinking extends to others.
True, we don't know how far their limits
but they've seen the limits of ours.
Spend a few days in a forest,
bathe in collective intellect.




5/6/22  Free Verse  365 Words, 61 Lines
Inspired, as a precis, by such notables in tree science and research
as authors, teachers and lecturers - Robin Wall Kimmerer, Peter Wohlleben,
Susan Simard and David George Haskill, among others who have published 
in science journals like Scientific American. The ideas included here are by no
means all encompassing. There is so much more experimentation and data
available to support these basic musings and assertions, which demonstrate
that trees are intelligent beings.
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Marcum Wong Avatar
June 2, 2022 at 2:37 AM
Greg, I love all the information included in your tribute to trees. They can live without us quite well but we cannot live without them for long. My late husband loved trees as I do. When we moved into our home 33 years ago he planted 24 Italian spruce around our home that act as guardians against hurricanes and high winds. We live on a windswept mountainside. They will live on long after I am gone. Congratulations on your win which is first place for me. I am saving it to my Faves. Blessings
Gaul Avatar
June 2, 2022 at 7:03 AM
Connie, it sounds as if you have a tree community surronding you holding you close, something like all your admirers here at poetrysoup. Happy to be one of them.
Goldsmith Avatar
May 28, 2022 at 12:41 PM
Congratulations on your win. A wonderful tribute/write/story to the trees. Love It. Enjoy your win and day with blessings...........
Gaul Avatar
May 28, 2022 at 5:32 PM
Thank you kindly but your styling in your own winning poem certainly takes the day. Enjoy.
Summers Avatar
May 7, 2022 at 9:18 AM
Much enjoyed your treatise on trees. If you haven’t seen the 1975 film “Mr. Sycamore” with Jason Robards you may find it interesting. It’s a fantasy film about a mailman who dreams of becoming a tree. John
Gaul Avatar
May 8, 2022 at 10:54 AM
Thank you so much for the read and the thoughtful comment. Glad you enjoyed it.
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