The trees do speak
April 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
Last week, the introvert in me was crawling to be free. I was wanting to be free from people, noise, and being in confined places. I didn’t know what to do except to go for a solo hike. I packed my journal and a snack, sent a message to let others know where I would be for a few hours, and headed out the door. It was just what my soul needed. My soul found refuge in the woods, among the trees, and in the sunlight.
To my surprise poetry was posted along parts of the path.
These lines from Nixon Waterman’s poem above seem very fitting:
Sometimes it seems to me I must
Just quit the city’s din and dust,
And get out where the sky is blue,
And say, now, how does it seem to you?
At times, I would turn to respond to a noise and quickly realize that it was only the creaking of the aged trees bending to the wind. Oh to bend to the wind. I leave you, dear Readers, to Ben Sollee’s song “Bend.” The words and music are beautiful.