I admire, the last big Trees that have still survived, to exist, and exhale air for us all daily, listen to their sound,
Humans persist, but I think the Trees are all more worthy of forever standing, upon their Old Growth high ground,
As they were here before us, and no others have a right more than they do, to be in their forest, in their surround,
Except their true friends; the wind, rain, sun, animals, and mycology, full of interactive nutrients, the soil is bound.
Sometimes you might want to listen to them, at least once in your life time, take the time . . . make your mind clear.
These special Old Growth Trees have something to say, they are the teachers full of wisdom . . . listen, can you hear ?
They have tried to talk to us for hundreds of years now, for the harmfull species to learn from . . . we are their friends, right ?
The Trees have real true friends, but its not us, even though we cant exist without them, does that shed some forest light ?
We humans are the takers of the Old Growth Trees, the gravel mines, the oceans fisheries, the animals, and the gas and oil,
We are exploiting at will, to meet our needs, how much more can the Earth take ? With this surface and sub-exploring toil ?
I mean really ? What can we do now ? To save our planet Earth, our special one of a kind, unique, Galactic, little blue marble ?
Give me an answer, because I dont have one, Im sorry, I tried long and hard to think of something, my mind has tunnel carple.
What I do when I feel lost within this World, and I have many questions, that nobody can ever give me answers to, or correlate,
I go for a drive to the foothills, park and take a hike, to a place in the mountains, by the falls, in the woods, to think, and to relate,
I know when I get there, Im with friends, with many answers for me, their always there for me, to breathe air with, and appreciate,
The Old Growth Trees are always my friends, and I am always their friend, until humans with saws invade, to friendship delineate.
D.M. Beebe - email@example.com
- Sometimes, I just need to go for a bicycle ride, on my Schwinn Cruiser, around the Loop Road, Rainclouds or Sunshine. And sometimes, when Lifes circumstances prevents me, I do it anyway, with Windy thoughts peddling circles in my mind. I am D.M. Beebe . . . Born July 07, 1967 in Seattle, Wa. Sprouted one hour away, due North East, in the fertile Tualco Valley. I didnt really ever go too far away from the Valley, as I didn’t need to. As Life in Tualco Valley, seems to have always intrigued me. As I pay attention to the Valley, I do notice the slight changes every day. Throughout the 4 Seasons, within the Valleys full Spectrum, Rainbow array. When I watch, and when I pay attention, I develop many reasons. To have many thoughts about Life, throughout my Lifes Seasons. So I think about Life, and about Nature, and Plants and Animals, and Humans. And how it unfolds, within my mind, and my thoughts, and my insights. And so I write Story Poems of my Lifes experiences, and of my observations. And so I go forth, to reveal my conclusions, of my slightly insane perceptions. Thank You for reading my Poems . . . D.M. Beebe