Damn fool oaks!
Don’t they know that lightning seeks the tallest trunks?
And what about those prissy hemlocks, so neat and frilly, so fussy in their form--
Now ravaged by some hungry little bug.
Whole forests of them, denuded.
Even monstrous boulders, silent and impassive-- the ones outlasting mountains,
surrender to shape-shifting waters, and slender roots seeking the merest fissure. Great stones, winding up like the dwindling sands trickling through my glass. When that glass gets turned again, I promise to keep closer to the earth. To be, perhaps, a blushing trillium. White or pink, it makes no difference. Just give me a night of icy rain, a few warm days of dappled sun-- --Then, I will show you my perfection.
Yes, the universe shows us that it takes a lot of violence and upheaval before the beauty comes through.
You brought back memories of my childhood when we would enter the dark forest in the springtime to find the spaces between the trees filled with white trillium. As ignorant children we picked them and brought them back to our grandmother for an arrangement.
But trillium have have but three petals and three seeds. Soon after early childhood, I learned that it was illegal to pick trillium because they had to recover every year from one of those three seeds. Indicating the narrow, delicate balance that nature has sometimes to overcome to continue a species.
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Indeed, water is such an amazing and unique liquid,
So much, so very much to admire here.
Diana...
You brought back memories of my childhood when we would enter the dark forest in the springtime to find the spaces between the trees filled with white trillium. As ignorant children we picked them and brought them back to our grandmother for an arrangement.
But trillium have have but three petals and three seeds. Soon after early childhood, I learned that it was illegal to pick trillium because they had to recover every year from one of those three seeds. Indicating the narrow, delicate balance that nature has sometimes to overcome to continue a species.
Ron