Trees

John Constable, "Study of the Trunk of an Elm Tree"

Trees

To be a giant and keep quiet about it,
To stay in one's own place;
To stand for the constant presence of process
And always to seem the same;
To be steady as a rock and always trembling,
Having the hard appearance of death
With the soft, fluent nature of growth,
One's Being deceptively armored,
One's Becoming deceptively vulnerable;
To be so tough, and take the light so well,
Freely providing forbidden knowledge
Of so many things about heaven and earth
For which we should otherwise have no word -----

Poems or people are rarely so lovely,
And even when they have great qualities
They tend to tell you rather than exemplify
What they believe themselves to be about,
While from the moving silence of trees,
Whether in storm or calm, in leaf and naked,
Night and day, we draw conclusions of our own,
Sustaining and unnoticed as our breath
And perilous also--though there has never been
A critical tree---about the nature of things.

Howard Nemerov

The line that makes me smile the most - "and take the light so well" - no kidding! I am still amazed by the thought that each separate leaf is converting sunlight into a solid pillar of strength. "The moving silence of trees, whether in storm or calm", another thought-provoking line. Trees are clear visual, tactile reminders of what's important. I think of them - roots in the earth and in the sky, food from the earth and from the heavens - growing and standing. Shouldn't we be doing that too?