Journey'd, life captures me
in the forest of your green
I am the tree
you are the roots
nourishing the senses
one little sip at a time
In the shadows I await
for the sunlight,
a metamorphosis
that makes me grow
and a wanting to know
how to feel
how to create
I hear the whispers of forests,
Divine network mycorrhizal,
A vast ecosystem exists,
Which is the answer and the call:
We’re deeply rooted, one and all.
Before language, we had the trees,
Our great-grandfathers holding time,
We heard their wisdom on the breeze,
Messages sent in root and rhyme,
When we knew connections sublime.
in so cold forests
roaming widely in seed crops
social active birds.
Forests of Green Coniferous Trees
Forests of evergreen conifers
(Fir, spruce, cedar, pine, and hemlock trees)
Keep their colour throughout the seasons
And don’t shed foliage in autumn.
Rooted in soil and basking in sunlight,
They grow on hillsides and in valleys,
Encircling rock outcrops, swamps, and leas,
And near rivers and lakes, and on islands.
These hearty trees endure nature’s throes
Of cold, harsh, winters to warm spring thaws,
Thriving in summer and fall to help provide
A habitat for the forest dwellers.
Conifer pollen and seed cones pollinate,
And fertilized seeds disperse on windy days
—Or get stashed away by squirrels and birds—
And grow into stately coniferous trees.
If it is our goal to improve the world for everyone
a world currently filled with hatred, prejudice and war…
I believe we need the forest now…
more than we ever have before.
If everyone had the chance to walk into the forest
they’d have the chance to see…
a world filled with diversity and unity…
the way our world is supposed to be.
dawn, frozen forests.
mortal peril or adornment?
plum blossoms tremor.
The forests deep, the forests dark,
with mysteries that stir the heart;
the forests tall, the forests proud,
with birds that chirp and twitter loud;
the forests leaves, the forests lush,
small chipmunks scurry in the brush;
the forests far, the forests near,
conceal the owl, bobcat, dear
the forests thick, the forests gray,
make hunters work to find their prey;
the forests calm, the forests clime,
brings peace to a stressed human mind;
the forests dim, the forests damp,
haven for those who love to tramp;
the forests old, the forests vast,
hide ruin from our human past;
the forests new, the forests bright,
give us our wood, paper to write;
the forests nice, the forests cruel,
only the strong will pass this school.
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Forests at nightfall are scary to see;
not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free.
Far from at home, with cute puppy's bow-wow;
or from your kitten's sweet, gentle meow.
Skunks and opossums resound with a screech;
harsh sounds for us- but for them, secret speech.
Night owls all hoot, while young fox kits will yelp;
grasshoppers chirp as plump frogs croak to help.
Nightfall brings on the long nocturnal hunt;
bobcats join in with their loud hungry grunt.
Wolves and coyotes- as foxes all howl;
big bears roam free with a loud husky growl.
Not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free;
forests at nightfall are scary to see!
Best viewed on film- for you never will flip
creatures that find you before you can zip!
today’s forest is silent
then I hear a weird clicking noise
I follow the sound to a tall walnut tree
scan it but see nothing
the clicking stops
I turn and it starts again
a shy bird?
I look from branch to branch
whatever is here is hidden
a dark flying shadow on the ground gets my attention
I look up
wing span says hawk or eagle
it is gone in no time
a loud crow dips down from a cloud
his annoying caw sounds like wha wha wha
four smaller birds take off
the forest is teeming with life and sounds
her silence was momentary
On the forest’s edge, colorful blooms thrive,
Startling my spirit, wakening my thirst,
For more than just a glimpse so I’ll survive,
Mystery of pines, laurels so well versed.
Trembling within me, a heartfelt prayer,
Dreaming of fate beyond this quiet path,
Kissing back the dew from soft dawn’s affair,
Seeing the urgency of twilight’s wrath.
While sun breathes out a trail of frothy vines,
Caressing the soul with its gentling song,
Pouring out hope that her blessing defines,
Crooning peace, lingering her whole lifelong.
Forest reveals silence who reflects stars,
While shadows will write the forest’s memoirs.
Once, forests whispered tales untold,
A symphony of life, green and bold.
But silence reigns where giants stood,
Charred scars remain, misunderstood.
Oceans choked, a plastic shroud,
Where vibrant reefs once danced out loud.
No sparkling scales, no coral hues,
Only remnants of what we lose.
The air we breathe, a poisoned sigh,
A canvas choked by a smoky sky.
The Earth weeps, a fevered plea,
A future lost, for all to see.
But listen close, a flicker yet,
A seed of hope, we won't forget.
From the barren ground, a sapling strives,
A human hand, where nature thrives.
Solar whispers, painting light,
Wind turbines dance, embracing flight.
Ocean gardens, woven with care,
Restoring life, a future to share.
The fight remains, on every hand,
To heal the wounds, across the land.
For future generations' sake,
Let's mend the world, for goodness' sake.
Let actions speak, let voices rise,
For Earth's last stand, beneath the skies.
For every breath, for every seed,
We plant the hope, of a world in need.
From the unravelled and now exposed mystery
Tales of leafy Nottinghamshire
And the dusty tatty books of it's long history
Comes a tale
You'd think it was just a jest
However, it is a fact and true
With hand upon heart and chest
I am telling you
Way back in time long before Robin Hood
And the Major oak
Was a mere sapling about to bud
A small settlement in a sunny green forest glade
Once lived a tribe
And built their huts
Working the land to survive
Their name
The Snot People.
Named after their chieftain Snotter
And the famous Nottingham was born
The Surrounding encampments
And Hamlets found it so funny
They laughed made fun and teased
''The Snotters''
It was just too hard, to believe
The Snotters
We're op so embarrassed
And how poor Cheuften Snotter must have cried
For his name and his people
Were ridiculed for their true name
Had sadly been denied
So they had no option
But to change their name
From Sottinghamt to Nottingham
And no longer ridiculed
Or had to had to bow their heads In shame
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I dream in silent forests.
Do you hear the trees?
Do you dream?
When the birds nest
Late at night
And the moon glows
Its brightest white
The crickets chirp
A tenor chorus
Throughout the darkest
Pitch-black forests
Miles long
Their voices heard
Wakes the conscious
Of the curious bird
And so, they tweet
To the cricket's song
And sing in rhythm
All night long
Nature's
verdigris face
beams at waterfalls touch
evergreens drink a hearty fill
moss is abundant upon the limestone;
I sit dangling my feet in the
cool aqua-watching swans
glide lazily
along.
a taste
of springtime peace
invades my spirit with
its' lure in this place every year;
mother earth is a sweet nurturer, soft
of caress to the soul who needs
an escape from the grind;
tranquility
wondrous!
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