Stand up straight and hold your spot in years. Rain will nourish you. Drink water and soil. Be as huge as you can. Don’t fall down during strong winds and break your long, thin branches. Grow as tall as you can. Be healthy and strong as a house. You are shelter for animals. You can’t fall.
A star came down
into a tree, and
it was magical,
like a bright spell.
The tree came to life.
He started to play
on the swing,
and I was afraid.
“Oh, get used to it,”
the tree said. “I do
this all the time.”
The sweet scent of nature overshadows
the rough bark and smooth leaves of the trees,
the wind dancing with them as they glide gracefully among the dirt,
whispering lost stories to each other that were passed on to them from the great ancient one.
The trees, some tall some little, all gathering together as one family
These long, brown, and old beings resting
and providing homes and protecting the many animals living in them.
The trees give us all something – a box, a chair, even a house
but never ask anything back.
By Meera, 5th grade
[photo by cjewing2 via flickr]
One might look at a tree, a plum tree or an oak, and think, “How boring trees are, just sitting about like they do. Let’s get a colorful flower instead.”
Really trees were once a civilized yet free and running people much like ourselves, but more lordly and graceful. Yet as the years passed trees grew older and creaky. Then we came, and trees had a perfectly good reason to clump together into forests and stay perfectly still. All except for their swaying branches, which cooled them on hot days. Still they hide from us, now covered with moss and brown from years of standing. All their fine jewelry has turned into leaves.
The trees are nothing like what they used to be, but some still retain their ghostly faces.