sometimes I wonder about trees
not the diversified species of trees
not the staggering size leaf differentials of trees
not the vast climate environmental ranges of trees
not the differing seasonal growth rate of trees
not the distinctive foliage amazing differences of trees
not the nut to fruit bearing produce flavours of fruit trees
I wonder about the symmetrical asymmetrical shape of trees
trees grown in man made fair weather garden locations
trees grown safe sun wind protected with walls shelters
trees grown in botanical gardens in species season displays
trees grown shaped to pleasing eye human aesthetics
trees grown in map regimented forest plantation rows
trees bird seed carried wind planted grow wild separated
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Attuned humans work with trees to create living compositions. In our Emerald City there are countless variations in the way trees, shrubs, rocks and planting beds offset each other. Each yard is different.
The original quick write of this poem is posted now, 'Cannot See Trees For Forest Syndrome'; the differences, the deletion of about 6 typos and the stanza breaks; the original was one continuous piece.
'Each yard is different.' Yes the internal compass notices differences, differing landmarks, the high ground reference points, line of sight flow of land; wilderness places speak in unique signatures. Ecosystem harmony echoes within appreciative meditative souls.
In the bush off the well beaten tracks, when walking wilderness, it is necessary to look back regularly; nature can looking totally different when focusing on different directions.