...and the First Prize is awarded for The Best Use of a Tree |
Trees Need Not Walk the Earth
David
Rosenthal
Trees need not walk the earth
For beauty or for
bread;
Beauty will come to
them
Where they stand.
Here among the children
of the sap
Is no pride of
ancestry:
A birch may wear no less
the morning
Than an oak.
Here are no
heirlooms
Save those of
loveliness,
In which each tree
Is kingly in its
heritage of grace.
Here is but beauty’s
wisdom
In which all trees are
wise.
Trees need not walk the
earth
For beauty or for
bread;
Beauty will come to
them
In the rainbow—
The sunlight—
And the lilac-haunted
rain;
And bread will come to
them
As beauty came:
In the rainbow—
In the sunlight—
In the rain.
This is the fourth Friday of April – Arbor
Day. I found this poem when I went looking for something a little less used
than Joyce Kilmer’s Trees. Trees are magnificent things. Aren’t
they? I’m not what you’d call a regular
tree hugger, but I have hugged a tree or two in my time, just out of exuberance
and a desire to know what it was like to hug a tree.
A trek through the woods in 1992 |
I remember my oldest granddaughter, Katie,
when she was about three years old, staring up at the trees as we walked the
trails in our woods. It was a bright, cold day after a snow fall, and the woods
were relatively naked. As she stood and
stared up a tree, her grandfather asked her what she was looking at. She
replied with a question something like “how come the trees don’t fall over like
pencils?” She didn’t know about roots. That
child had, still does have, an inquiring mind.
Inquiring minds want to know. |
I really like the trees where we live now.
This part of the Carolinas is a transition area, a zone where trees and plants
from both northern and southern climates can mix together – everything from
maples, oaks, and poplar to pines, pecans, and palmettos. I recognize old friends, and get to learn more
about the trees new to me.
Not to mention cypress trees and knees |
I also love to stop and look at trees. I have taken so many pictures of them, including cypress trees as in your picture. The poem you selected is also very beautiful.
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