Photo by Bikurgurl As she looked up at the heights of the trees, twenty-something Fiona grieved. Each year of mounting temperatures meant that it was unlikely that her future grandchildren would witness the beauty of the redwoods that towered over her. She love walking in the forests because the sheer height of the trees made... Continue Reading →
My marriage is over, and I am sorely lost, So I came to the place I once called home. Here is where I learned to run away from people And to find solace and peace in nature alone. My old friend, Tree, was still there in the woods, But all that's left of him was... Continue Reading →
Once I was lost in the forest, And I couldn't find a way out. I hollered for help that didn't come, No matter how loud was my shout. So, I sat down in an open space, Prayed, and put my back to a tree. In the shade of that tree, I felt safe, It was... Continue Reading →
The tall pines on the hill poked at the clouds, A battle centuries old which always brings delight. On this May morning, I sit quietly on the porch, Admiring nature's waltz in the shimmering light. It speaks of a force that's invisible to our eyes, One that causes the trees to continue to stand Through... Continue Reading →
Sally was walking through the park with Daniel, feeling safe and secure out in the open spaces of the park. But as they approached the darkness of the canopy of trees above them, she hesitated, and Daniel gave her a confused look. He asked, "What's wrong? You are perfectly safe with me." But, still she... Continue Reading →
As a child, I loved jumping rope, climbing on playground equipment, or just anything that kept my body in motion. My first job with the telephone company required me to climb floor-to-ceiling ladders all day, as I wired up networks that connected cities and towns. I loved all of it, the big spools of wire,... Continue Reading →
I saw this beautiful tree standing in all of its glory at the disc golf course! Through rain, snow, and the harshness of winter, as well as being hit by numerous flying discs, it still stands, with beauty from top to bottom! Isn't that like us, able to stand, no matter what comes our way?... Continue Reading →
I took this picture in Portugal at some Roman ruins. I liked the way that the trees had survived much wind and storms, leaning but not broken. Sometimes that how we feel after a time of troubles. Posted for Becca's Sunday Trees #380, February 24, 2019.
Smitten with the pink, Fields covered with pure beauty. Nature spreads her love. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 14, 2019, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: cherry blossoms. Word of the Day Challenge is Smitten.
October, 2018 in Alicante, Spain I find it humbling that trees outlive humans. Imagine how many people have stood under this tree over the many years professing their love for each other, warning kids to get down before they break something, sharing picnics with families, and mourning the loss of ones. The roots testify to... Continue Reading →