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Why are there trees I never walk under but large and
melodious thoughts descend upon me? - Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road ![]() |
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God is the experience of looking at a tree and saying, "Ah!"
- Joseph Campbell ![]() |
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Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.
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The groves were God's first temples.
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The only word I have for this thread is:
BEAUTIFUL Sincerely, Gisele |
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This is such a beeeeautiful post/thread/discussion... FUN PLACE 2 B! Would the tree like the following? sadly I can't see the ".art" files, I'll have to fix dat sumhoooow... "I'm out of my tree!" he he.. Love and happy branches to all, Teo Walk softly but carry a BIG PEACE |
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Thank you all for your beautiful additions to this thread, and a special 'Thank You' for Margherita for adding your lovely poems.
That little treehouse is very appealing Teo. ********************************************** The earth is our mother. What befalls the earth befalls all the sons and daughters of the earth. Native American ![]() |
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From Summer
Christina Rossetti Hark to the song of greeting! the tall trees Murmur their welcome in the southern breeze. Amid the thickest foliage many a bird Sits singing, their shrill matins scarcely heard One by one, but all together Welcoming the sunny weather. In every bower hums a bee Fluttering melodiously. Murmurs joy in every brook, Rippling with a pleasant look. What greet they with their guileless bliss? What welcome with a song like this? ![]() |
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The girl I used to be
My tree will know it all the tree of my childhood with the endless branches and the many whispers My tree remembers the girl with the wind in her hair the girl with the crazy laughter the girl with the fear of living the girl I used to be before In my tree everything I want to be will be In my tree I can see the world but no one can see me My tree remembers me the girl I used to be before Pia Andersson ![]() |
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A tree poem by Hermann Hesse:
SOMETIMES Sometimes, when a bird cries out, Or the wind sweeps through a tree, Or a dog howls in a far off farm, I hold still and listen a long time. My soul turns and goes back to the place Where, a thousand forgotten years ago, The bird and the blowing wind Were like me, and were my brothers. My soul turns into a tree, And an animal, and a cloud bank. Then changed and odd it comes home And asks me questions. What should I reply? Hermann Hesse has written many poems about trees. They are beautiful, as everything he has written. Love, Margherita |
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About Hermann Hesse and the trees: Trees In Hesse’s texts, there are many passages where he compares an individual human being with a tree. Many cultures have a tradition of anthropomorphic interpretations like this. In his famous poem “Im Nebel” (In the Fog), he writes: “No tree sees the other, each one is alone.” Pictor lets himself be transformed into a tree in “Pictor’s Metamorphoses.” Even in his last poem, “Knarren eines geknickten Astes” (The broken branch), Hesse uses this image for the human being. In Montagnola, Hesse was inspired by the trees in the garden of Casa Camuzzi, by walks through the chestnut woods, and later, by the plants in his care in the Casa Rossa. Trees were for him living creatures, with a soul of their own, friends. In 1927, Hesse writes in “Lamentation for an Old Tree”: «…. when I look at the garden, it gives me – not only what it gives to the distracted or indifferent eye of any stranger, but infinitely more … the leaves on each tree as well as its bloom and fruit is familiar to me in every stage of its becoming and dying, every one is my friend, of every one I know secrets known to me only. To lose one of these trees is for me, losing a friend.» In the countryside around the museum, the visitor can still walk in chestnut woods, and see and feel what Hesse described in his texts on yew, beech, camellia, magnolia and others. Love, Margherita |
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http://www.moonfairye.com/library/nebel/fog.htm
Click on the above link and read the poem "In the fog" by Hermann Hesse, there is also a lovely music accompanying it ... |
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Thank you Margherita for the information. I like the poems and your very beautiful images.
----------------- If a tree dies, plant another in its place. - Linnaeus Love Vicky ![]() |
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The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson ![]() |
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Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold:
The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, and verdant Olives flourish round the Year. - Homer ![]() |
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And see the peaceful trees extend
their myriad leaves in leisured dance— they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins. - Kathleen Raine, Envoi ![]() |
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A virgin forest is where the hand of man has never set foot.
- Author Unknown ![]() |
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A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring
storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself. - John Muir ![]() |
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Each time these blossoms open I recall the friend who gave me the saplings,
And the times we used to stop to drink beneath his trees; But those springs of twenty years ago are like a dream, And the wine cups of those days are tea-bowls now. - Kisei Reigen ![]() |
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The coconut palm tree grows in hot areas. It likes frost free areas, and grows in Africa, Asia, Latin America, and the Pacific region. The tree grows near seas in these areas so the roots can find moisture. In the United States it is found only in Hawaii, the Southern tip of Florida, Puerto Rico, and the Virgin Islands.Coconuts have supplied some families from the Pacific with shelter, food, drinks, and many of their other needs. The roots supplies's a dye and the trunks are used to stabilize buildings. The hard outside is cut into slices of wood called Porcupine wood. The white meat of the coconut is eaten. They get coconut cream by sifting the white meat till it turns soft and creamy. They use the liquid for a nice refreshing drink. The sap from unopened clusters of flowers is used to make sugar, vinegar, and the alcoholic beverage called
arrack. Mats, baskets, and hats are all made out of the leaves, midrib, and Coir. Coir is the fiber from the husk. To make matting they export Coir to other countries. ![]() |
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