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    The Magic and The Power of Trees - and, The Plant Kingdom

    Post  THEeXchanger on Thu Feb 16, 2012 7:49 am


    Prayer of the Woods
    I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights,
    the friendly shade screening you from the summer sun,
    and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on.
    I am the beam that holds your house,
    the board of your table, the bed on which you lie,
    and the timber that builds your boat.
    I am the handle of your hoe,
    the door of your homestead,
    the wood of your cradle, and the shell of your coffin.
    I am the bread of kindness and the flower of beauty.
    'Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer:
    Harm me not.


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    Though much is taken, much abides....
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.--
    Alfred Lord Tennyson -- Ulysses

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    Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.-
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    DIALOGUE OF A MAN AND A TREE

    The Man: Why do you grow so tall, way up there in the sky?

    The Tree: I love the heights that are clean and free, where the lonely eagles fly, where the crane and the hawk can nest with me, and my friends, the geese, go by.

    The Man: What do you use for food, tree to make you grow and grow?

    The Tree: I live on a diet of Nature's best from my roots deep down below; I never go hungry, I rest and rest and wait for the rain and the snow.

    The Man: How do you grow so strong, Tree, sturdy and straight and true?

    The Tree: I live in the light of the sunshine and yarn for the sky's deep blue; the clean, sweet air is always mine, and the cold winds help me too.

    The Man: How do you live so long, Tree, so much longer than man?

    The Tree: I've geared my days with the Creator's ways since ever the world began. There is no death when life keeps faith with nature's wonderful plan.--

    Vincent Godfrey Burns, Poet Laureate of Maryland, 1965

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    I LOVE A TREE
    When I pass to my reward.
    Whatever that may be,
    I'd like my friends to think of me
    As one who loved a tree.

    I may not have a statesman's poise
    Nor thrill a throng with speech
    But I may benefit mankind
    If I set out a beech.

    If I transport a sapling oak
    To rear its mighty head
    Twill make for them a childhood shrine,
    That will not soon decay.

    Of if I plant a tree with fruit,
    On which the birds may feed,
    Then I have fostered feathered friends
    And that's a worthy deed.

    For winter when the days grow short
    And spirits may run low
    I'd plant a pine upon the scape
    T'would lend a cheery glow.

    I'd like a tree to mark the spot
    Where I am laid to rest
    For that would be the epitaph
    That I would like the best.

    Tho it's not carved upon a stone
    For those who come to see
    But friends would know that resting there
    Is he, who loved a tree
    -- Samuel N. Baxter

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    My heart is glad, my heart is high
    With sudden ecstacy!
    I have given back, before I die,
    Some thanks for every lovely tree
    That dead men grew for me.
    - V. H. Friedlaendeer

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    PLANTING A TREE
    What does he plant who plants a tree?
    A scion full of potency,
    He plants his faith, a prophecy
    Of bloom, and fruitfulness to be;
    He plans a shade where robins sing,
    Where orioles their nestlings swing;
    A burning bush - a miracle!
    Who plants a tree, - he doeth well!

    What does he plant who plants a tree?
    An emblem of the men to be;
    Who lightly tough terrestrial clay,
    But far above the earth, away
    From sordid things and base,
    Incarnate ideals for their race
    Who plants a tree, he doeth well,--
    Performs with God, a miracle!



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    What does he plant who plants a tree
    He plants, in sap and leaf and wood,
    In love of home and loyalty,
    And far-cast thought of civic good
    His blessing on the neighborhood.
    Charles Lathrop Pack

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    I think that I shall never see
    A poem lovely as a tree.
    A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
    Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
    - Joyce Kilmer, Trees

    TREES
    I think that I shall never see
    A poem lovely as a tree

    A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
    Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

    A tree that looks at God all day
    And lifts her leafy arms to pray,

    A tree that may in summer wear
    A nest of robins in her hair

    Upon whose blossom snow has lain;
    Who intimately lives with rain.

    Poems were made by fools like me
    But only God can make a tree.
    Joyce Kilmer

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    THE CLASS TREE
    Grow thou and flourish well,
    Ever the story tell of this glad day;
    Long may thy branches raise
    To heaven our grateful praise;
    Waft then on sunlight rays
    To God away.

    Deep in the earth today,
    Safely the roots we lay,
    Tree of our love;
    Grow thou and flourish long!
    Every our grateful song
    Shall its glad notes prolong
    To God above.

    Let music swell the breeze
    And ring from all the trees
    On this glad day,
    Bless thou each student band
    O'er all our happy land;
    Teach them Thy love's command
    Great God, we pray.
    - Emma S. Thomas

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    TREES OF THE FRAGRANT FOREST
    Trees of the fragrant forest,
    With leaves of green unfurled,
    Through summer's heat, through winter's cold,
    What do you do for our world?

    Our green leaves catch the raindrops
    That fall with soothing sound.
    Then drop them slowly, slowly down,
    Tis better for the ground.

    When, rushing down the hillside,
    A mighty fresher foams,
    Our giants trunks and spreading roots
    Defend your happy homes.

    From burning heat in summer
    We offer cool retreat,
    Protect the land in winter storm
    From cold, and wind and sleet.

    Our falling leaves in autumn
    By breezes turned and tossed,
    Will rake a deep sponge-carpet warm,
    Which saves the ground from frost.

    We give you pulp for paper,
    Our fuel gives you heat;
    We furnish lumber for your homes,
    And nuts and fruit to eat.

    With strong and graceful outline,
    With branches green and bare,
    We fill the land through all the year,
    With beauty everywhere.

    So Listen! From the forest
    Each one a message sends
    To children this Arbor Day;
    "We trees are your best friends!"

    What does he plant who plants a tree?
    He plants the friend of sun and sky;
    He plants the flag of breezes free;
    The shaft of beauty, towering high;
    He plants a home to heaven anigh
    For song and mother-croon of bird
    In hushed and happy twilight heard -
    The treble of heaven's harmony
    These things he plants who plants a tree.

    - Henry Cuyler Bunner, The Heart of the Tree

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    To early man, trees were objects of awe and wonder.
    The mystery of their growth, the movement of their leaves
    and branches, the way they seemed to die and come again
    to life in spring, the sudden growth of the plant from the
    seed - all these appeared to be miracles as indeed
    they still are, miracles of nature!
    - Ruskin Bond, The World of Trees

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    When I see birches bend to left and right
    Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
    I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
    But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
    Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
    Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
    After a rain. They click upon themselves
    As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
    As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
    Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
    Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-
    Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
    You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
    They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
    And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
    So low for long, they never right themselves:
    You may see their trunks arching in the woods
    Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
    Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
    Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
    But I was going to say when Truth broke in
    With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
    (Now am I free to be poetical?)
    I should prefer to have some boy bend them
    As he went out and in to fetch the cows-
    Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
    Whose only play was what he found himself,
    Summer or winter, and could play alone.
    One by one he subdued his father's trees
    By riding them down over and over again
    Until he took the stiffness out of them,
    And not one but hung limp, not one was left
    For him to conquer. He learned all there was
    To learn about not launching out too soon
    And so not carrying the tree away
    Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
    To the top branches, climbing carefully
    With the same pains you use to fill a cup
    Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
    Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
    Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
    So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
    And so I dream of going back to be.
    It's when I'm weary of considerations,
    And life is too much like a pathless wood
    Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
    Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
    From a twig's having lashed across it open.
    I'd like to get away from earth awhile
    And then come back to it and begin over.
    May no fate willfully misunderstand me
    And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
    Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
    I don't know where it's likely to go better.
    I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
    And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
    Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
    But dipped its top and set me down again.
    That would be good both going and coming back.
    One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. --

    Robert Frost

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    The Sound of the Trees

    I WONDER about the trees.
    Why do we wish to bear
    Forever the noise of these
    More than another noise
    So close to our dwelling place?
    We suffer them by the day
    Till we lose all measure of pace,
    And fixity in our joys,
    And acquire a listening air.
    They are that talks of going
    But never gets away;
    And that talks no less for knowing,
    As it grows wiser and older,
    That now it means to stay.
    My feet tug at the floor
    And my head sways to my shoulder
    Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
    From the window or the door.
    I shall set forth for somewhere,
    I shall make the reckless choice
    Some day when they are in voice
    And tossing so as to scare
    The white clouds over them on.
    I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.--

    Robert Frost

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    Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Whose woods these are I think I know
    His house is in the village though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.
    And miles to go before I sleep.


    Robert Frost


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