This page for the current project, based around ‘The Tree’ will build with material created by members of SpiralArts inspired by the theme.
"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the skies" Kahlil Gibran
Olive Tree, Letoon, S. Turkey. Temple of Leto, mother of Apollo, god associated with the Sun, and Artemis (Diana) goddess associated with the moon
To the Trees by Hoshi Dee (1st Draft)
The oldest of us,
Long-suffering of our uses and abuses.
The way we treat you whom we need.
Arms reaching to the sky, for the sun,
You silently let us eat and breath,
Locking carbon away releasing precious oxygen back into the air we poison.
You unselfishly share your resources, the toils of your labours.
If trunks could talk,
If we could hear…
If we would listen (if we would care),
The things you could share.
Starting from among the smallest of things,
You take your time, if allowed, and grow.
Following your natures, allowing of other’s,
Standing your places in time despite the shifting seasons.
In time, maybe we’ll value you correctly again
Treat you better,
The way we should
Remembering and giving thanks.
In time, you’ll stand, with us or without
While the wind blows, the world turns,
Our star burns…
You store your memories in your trunks.
The oldest of us,
Long-suffering, long-standing, stoic
You will endure
Even after we’re gone.
Tree Artwork by Fiona Duff
TREE POEM Bryony Williams - February 2021 Elegant tree You stand before me I watch in awe And Feel your majesty Uplifting tree You help me to see Become aware Of The growth within me Deepening roots Hold under the ground An upright trunk That’s Both strong and profound Eloquent arms Extending in trust That lilt and sway In A dance through the day Spiralling growth Green leaves appearing Bright, bold and free They Flutter gracefully Autumn arrives Winds sweep and swirl Leaves in danger Drop And turn to the ground Ancient tree You stand still and strong Witness to all That Is passing through time.
The Linden Tree (Lindenbaum - Schubert) A tall and handsome lime tree stands close beside her gate. There in his spreading shadow I used to stand and wait. And in his ancient timber, I carved my loved one’s name. On times of joy and sorrow, to him I always came. To start upon my journey, I had to pass that way; And even in the darkness I chose to look away. But then his branches murmured, and seemed to call to me: Come here, unhappy comrade, you’ll find your peace with me. The north wind it came blowing, so cold and so unkind. I turned my face towards it, and left my tree behind. This whole long night I’ve journeyed away from that great tree, Yet still I hear him calling: Come find your peace with me. This whole long night I’ve journeyed away from that great tree, Yet still I hear him calling: come find your peace with me, Come find your peace with me.