Category Archives: Trees our silent friends

It blew me away

It clear blew me away To the islands of fae Where the white maidens Dance Its one great Celtic chance To see with my eyes The ultimate prize In the forest of Thorn Where green mosses adorn The silvery papery … Continue reading

Birch

I call the birch the poppy tree Disturb ground and it arrives its like a new beginning And from such thoughts survives As The phantom of the forest Its soulful silvery gaze Under a moon of yellow Its countenance does … Continue reading

Aesculus Hippocastanum and the Barn owl

The flower symbol of Kiev The capital of Ukraine KIER A developer With quite a lot to gain Four beautiful flowering Conker trees Offering bounteous shade Growing in a rich green veld Where wildness had been laid A thing of … Continue reading

Helena’s Oak

Into the underworld with me A tree of life so avidly Breathing light And rooted stock Into this meadow good and green Not only Helena has seen Such resplendence And adorning power And a leap of faith Born of the … Continue reading

Leaves (A study)

MAy’s leaves they dance and flurry Seemingly in a hurry To get to grips with buds and fruits and sunshine All the way The piercing greens and firery reds Great clumps of pea green attitude Driven in a soul backed … Continue reading

Muritz through the seasons

The embodiment of all you ever saw Or wish to see The backbone and the marrow and the core Is adequately Provided by our mother the creator Essentially Great forests lakes and rivers And wild life good and free Muritz … Continue reading

Beith / Birch

Silvery pearly frosted skin parchment like A world within Perhaps the carolings of birds written in so many words Within the groves of monochrome The dappled leaves of every tone Of gold and silver drenched in light Make for a … Continue reading

Cheerfulness

My Beech is full of song birds On this dull and dingy morning All singing their hearts out Their carolings alive Such exultation of this Winters dankness Revelling perhaps just to survive The night their roost Wherever that was clearly … Continue reading

Bristle comb pine

As old as the hills Does that give you the chills For 5000 years I have stood On these mountains a looking Down on your humanity Which truthfully wasn’t good Below me the desert snd now streets of neon Crime … Continue reading

a glimpse of the mangroves

Imagine awhile The great mass of rivers All carrying vast waste Down into the sea Passing the mangroves And leaving debris As Terribly smelly As it could ever be All this stagnation The stench is colossal Aerial rootlets mud driven … Continue reading