i sometimes ponder what it is like to be a tree. to stand there with your arms and hands raised high and your feet firmly planted in the earth. to exist as a mute, stoic witness to the follies and foibles of humanity. to see the birth and death of generations and the rise and fall of civilizations. at least for the lucky trees, those not thoughtlessly cut down by people for some other use besides their natural intent. do trees laugh, do they let out a low rumbling chuckle at our futile struggle to subjugate nature to our demands? do they shudder as we engage in war over pieces of land that we have no claim to? as we destroy each other and the world to claim supremacy, as we explode bombs and missiles do they feel the fear and pain of the earth? do they mourn the loss of other trees and parts of nature to our ideology of progress? i wonder if they feel gladness when even one human decides to fight for nature. do they cheer for the radical environmentalists that chain themselves to trees and fight against the corporate exploitation of nature? i hope so. i will never know what goes on in the mind of trees, but i hope so.
i think this is why i have always been fascinated by and with trees. they are all so lovely and marvelous. i love trees very much, they just are the most wonderful thing in the world to me. if i could, i would take a tour of the world. not to see the cities and arts created by people, but to see the trees and forests of the world. there are some magnificent trees in the world, i have looked through a picture album of many of them and was utterly enchanted by their beauty. old trees are the best, the ones that have lived for centuries and just grown huge and stalwart. this is also why i like writings by j.r.r.tolkien so much. he includes a lot of writings about nature and trees. one day, one day i will go to see the wonderful trees of the world. until then, i will have to make do with pictures.
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I personally feel that one day we will be able to communicate with trees. Does that make me weird? Every living thing has a spirit. It was created by the Savior. So, I don't see why said soul cannot communicate. We just haven't reached that elevated level of communication yet. ;o)
ReplyDeleteOh, and before you mentioned J.R.R. Tolkein I thought of him and C.S. Lewis as I read your post. They believed trees had souls and could communicate in some way.
I agree. Trees are amazing and awe-inspiring. I, too, feel their immense, stalwart presence. I've always loved the woods and forests. There's sacredness you feel when you enter one. It's like being in a cathedral, but God's original cathedral. A deep forest can block out the noise of the world.