We are the wide, stalwart bristlecone,
ancient ones hidden in secret groves in the obscure mountainways of California.
We are elms, oaks. And New
England maples flowing sugar through our veins in spring.
We are teak and banana
trees from the tropics.
We are the kapok of
Africa, the yew of Europe, the bamboo of Asia.
Too, we are the eucalyptus
of Australia and the rubber tree of South America.
And we are the fossilized
impressions of possible-trees from early Triassic times in Antarctica.
Blessed are we, we lovers of
trees, we – the community of humans who celebrate Arbor Day.
For we feel in trees the
resonance of ourselves, the mirror that reminds us how we are rooted and
strong, vulnerable in the face of change. But we are resilient always –
especially when we remember our inextricable interconnection with trees, with
all nonhuman living beings.
When we re-member this
connection, we re-member our own seasons and splendor.
All blog images created & photographed by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: "©2016 JenniferJWilhoit/TEALarbor stories. AllRightsReserved."
