Power For The Powerless; Seven Sisters
I cried about leaving my trees one day soon
The squirrels too – it's like leaving beloved pets behind in a vacant house.
Seeing them now, with their skeletal winter crowns, we almost forget their cathedral like canopy.
We take trees for granted until we breathe in deep
their comforting shade and feel their essential breeze in the summer.
My massive old friends are vibrantly alive even though the city
And my neighbor has threatened to take four of my lovely seven sisters down.
We had eight but tragically took one down ten years ago and we mourned her loss.
Trees, like elephants, are reluctant to abandon their dead
Especially when it’s a big old revered matriarch.
In the language of trees, they mourned too
My trees protect, connect and communicate with one another.
What they must have endured and survived together for over 100 years!
To reach enormousness trees must support each other
My lovely seven sisters are protecting and have built kinship networks
(I really think the twin trees are boys but the rest are wise old mother trees)
Trees share water and nutrients and recognize root tips of their kin
These massive old oaks are far more alert, social and sophisticated
than what we diminutives think
There is an inner life of trees you know, if you take time to watch and listen
trees are intelligent beings and are charged with energy and power
They are on God’s time, not ours
They move in slow motion like a freeze frame of action
In tree time or ultra-slow motion
Disconnected loners they are not
My trees have formed a deep communal relationship with each other