will your long slender roots
reach down and tickle my
thoughts through four
billion years of magma
will the call of an owl echo
from your chambered halls
and skim the cloudscapes
to my faraway ears
will your deep green needles
cast just enough fragrance
to refresh my memory
from the far side of the earth
will i see in the highest vapors
reflected off ice crystals the
faintest reflection of
your topmost branches
i will return to haunt you
to touch your red-brown bark
sit by your fountains and
sing to your leaves
if it be only my ghost
i will come again and drift
like drizzle through the scent
of your ancient gloom
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You talk to your subject as if he/she doesn't know where you are going; as if she could not follow you; as if you will not return. Well, just something to ponder, and I'm sure you will find it in your heart that trees are the hardest things in this world to disconnect with. Afterall, the air we breathe comes from them.
This is very poignant and true. I find myself asking these same questions and making the same promises to the people I love, and that makes me teary-eyed. Man is very much like a tree in a lot of ways.
I loved loved loved loved it.
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Buried already -- but still conscious, apparently!
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that's an interesting perspective. i was thinking about how i'll miss my redwoods when i leave california overseas.
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