When I stand under
one of these giants
I sink into the dark
spiraling into
Deep Time.
If Hemlock
does not succumb
to insects
a poisoned sky
this tree might
live out a natural life…
800 years is eight to
ten times longer
than this piercing pain
of mine –
So why is
anguish
stretching me
into ‘forever’
mourning trees
without hope?
One difference
is that Hemlock
lives in community
with others that care –
the kindness of kin
both young and old
Roots entwine, support…
communicate.
Comfort seeds the air.
Hemlocks can tolerate
the darkest forest
gloom, the sparse
spongy needle strewn
floor stores
a multitude of seeds…
for hundreds of years…
Witch hobble thrives
above, golden
beech composts
future…
400 million years
of Life
buried a few
feet deep….
If nature’s patterns
wed to genes
story a future
when Earth
is ready to birth,
these trees
might rise again
as Blessed
Green Beings
once despised
and rejected
insect infected
Now thriving
in Balance
with All That Is…
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