olitude

by Carole Z. Spinelli

consider a tree whose seed was swept
across the landscape while it wept
and now
in distant soil is kept to grow

a solitary tree
against rocky shelf of mountainside
or in some cornfield, endless
wide

for it, adversity lasts long
and it must by itself be strong
no forest round to share the sting of angry sun
and pounding rain
it simply cannot take its ease by leaning
against other trees

i should think that from the start
in such a tree there dwells a heart
and soul
that though apart from other trees
finds solace in the beasts and breeze
and that its lonesome tenure yields
beholdeness
from peaks and fields

y Heart Soars

by Chief Dan George

The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
the trail of the sun,
the strength of fire,
and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
And my heart soars.

reath

by J. Daniel Beaudry

Tree, gather up my thoughts
like the clouds in your branches.
Draw up my soul
like the waters in your root.

In the arteries of your trunk
bring me together.
Through your leaves
breathe out the sky.

Alone with myself
The trees bend to caress me
The shade hugs my heart
Candy Polgar

Trees are the earth's endless effort
to speak to the listening heaven.
Rabindranath Tagor

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
Kahlil Gibran