Trees talk to each other intelligently; they look after each other through their underground networks. Trees can teach us about the need for regeneration and appreciation of diversity of species, communication, cooperation, and interdependency. We can teach our children to withstand future stressors down the road if we equip them, like Mother Nature, with the tools they need to use their intelligence to self heal. Remembering children are like trees -- they aren't just competing with each other, they are super cooperators who simply need gentle guidance, loving care, and encouragement -- can remind us of our true nature; of our inter-connectedness, innate wisdom, and magnificence.
All systems have an enormous capacity to self heal -- and can recover quite rapidly with the proper conditions. People can learn from trees about the importance of reestablishing local community by getting out there, getting involved, becoming knowledgeable about the needs of their community while emphasizing sensitivity to the elderly who can pass on their wisdom to future generations. We can teach sensitivity to diversity if we wish to thrive as a species and encourage self-empowerment if we wish to achieve a harmonious atmosphere conducive to peace, love, and happiness.
Trees can teach us a lot, we just need to listen. Spend some time outdoors in nature. Sit under the shaded canopy of a backyard tree and simply listen. What can you learn? Please share with me.
My Big Old Sycamore Tree
. . . standing so majestically
Your shadow I depend
. . . . for rest from life's greatest tests
Big Old Sycamore tree
. . . please speak to me
Blessed that you were left here
. . . your presence I hold very dear
One hundred and fifty years old
. . . preserved & brimming with wisdom I'm told
Stemming royally from root to crown
. . . your greatness I seek when I'm down
Big Old Sycamore tree
. . . pass scintillating vibrations to excite me
Completely devoted to honoring you
. . . always listening, hoping you tell me what to do
Your stillness speaks
. . . offering quiet strength when I'm weak
Rooted, so firmly grounded
. . . filled with treasures unbounded
From my bedroom window I peak out to see your glow
. . . pacing the dark night for just a little something to know
Big old sycamore tree
. . . keep reaching out to me
My Big old sycamore tree
. . . please speak to me!