My tree, I cry for you! For you’re a true mute witness of Time. I admire with your stature that seems to touch Heaven, with your strong branches and leaves History of the world written on. Your glorious shadow contains so many secrets of the Far Past and the Rapidly Vanishing Present that I wish I could stay under it for ever to learn, to realize and to bear in my memory some wisdom. Your roots are so deep that they seem to penetrate into the essence of Earth, somewhere so deep where Eternity and a Day are still together. Whenever we meet you look at me solemnly, inviting to a particular dialogue. As if you wish to reveal me some memories that you mutely bear in your heart. You’re an ancient tree, so I’m certain you have a lot to tell. You know so much about simple things that really make our existence. You whisper something passionately though rustling created by blows of careless wind. You want to communicate and I do my best to learn your language to be able to join this wonderful dialogue of the most precious participant of all the times. My tree. I wonder, why have you suddenly become mine…Whose was this idea: yours or my own? And whether it’s possible if a tree, so ancient and wise, might have a human being as an owner or even a friend. All what I know is that you exist and know the truth. And you protect me no matter how far I might be. And the most exiting is that I’m among your memories too, somewhere in your radiant Soul, covered with a majestic green crown.
Dedicated to my tree. 🙂
such a beautifully,
rooted expression, Maria 🙂
Thank you for your poetic comment, dear David!
A beautiful post about the glory and wonder of our ancient trees, Maria.
Thank you, dear Robbie. Besides praising of my tree, I want to pay people’s attention to the importance of respecting them. Paganism was a brilliant time when there was a real union of Earth and men. 🙂
I love trees and think your dedication is perfect.
Thank you for your appreciation, dear John. 🙂
Ma che bella!
Gli alberi non hanno proprietari umani, loro appartengono all’Universo, ma hanno amici, speciali, com te, e se tu lo abbraccerai lui ti insegnerà la sua lingua. (io lo faccio).
Bella la tua anima. Chi ama la natura ha il cuore eternamente giovane.
Grazie, cara Fulvialuna! I tue parole sono tante giuste! Gli alberi sanno curare ogni mallatia, particolarmente d’anima. E dobbiamo prender cura di loro. Siamo noi, uomini, gli amici piccoli di loro. 🙂 Buona serata e buona Domenica!
Buona serata a te ❤
What a beautiful dedication to your “tree” Maria!!!
Thank you, dear Paolo! 🙂 Have a nice week-end!
Beautiful post. Thank you.
Grazie, caro Carlo! Buona Domenica! 🙂
Beautiful post and wonderful words.. Good weekend.. With love.. 🙂 ❤
Thank you! Same to you! 🙂 And a lot of summer inspirations for new bags!
thank you dear.. 🙂 🙂
A lovely tribute to nature.
Thank you, dear Hester! 🙂
Beautiful tribute, Very well written, Maria! Lovely post!
Thank you, dear Latha! 🙂
This is so beautiful… I can see how time passes by… and so do Seasonal Cycles… The tree reminds there, as a true mute witness of Time. Thank you for sharing! ⭐
Thank you for your poetic comment, dear Aquileana! 🙂 I’m glad you’ve liked the post.