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trees are alive to me

by Chris Sorrenti


trees are alive
even though they can’t move
as an animal would
for I see them as animals
of a different kind
speaking to me
the only way they can

with arms and hands
dancing on the wind
as a child’s
on an april or september day
each species
individual’s leaves rustle
with their own unique sound

tales of summer happiness
winter woes
of victories shared
with human history
and lost
to the gods of weather
in response to the deciduous
coniferous stories
I share with them

and because they can’t move
I walk and run for them
as only a child
an animal would
seeing myself as an animal
of a different kind

trees are alive to me

even more than some humans
I happen to know

© 2009

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02/17/2009

Posted on 02/18/2009
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/18/09 at 02:31 AM

Amen. Especially that last stanza.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/18/09 at 02:35 PM

...uh- huh, i'm w/ you chris...martin buber, a european pschy, philospher, actually hugged a tree in the 60s exclaiming that there is an I Thou relationship in all living things...good write. hug a tree for me, and i for you...

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/18/09 at 05:56 PM

Loved the last stanza and the line before. Some trees ARE better than humans. Humans can be mean and thoughtless-trrees just shde us from the sun, shed their leaves and grow. They cannot holler a us and tell us what we do wrong. Great read-enjoyed this one immensley!

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/18/09 at 08:43 PM

I learned to climb high in the boughs of trees as a young child and seek comfort in the strength found there, yes trees are alive as is this tribute...would live in one if I could...smh

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/19/09 at 02:07 AM

Trees and I have talked with each other ever since I can remember. Trees are safer and kinder than many humans. I love this tribute. I love trees.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/19/09 at 02:08 AM

And also, I agree with all of the above people. We sure know truth about trees.

Posted by Mara Meade on 02/19/09 at 08:22 AM

Mmm. I see them as "Ancients," even when they are saplings. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem.

Posted by Mara Meade on 02/19/09 at 08:23 AM

Mmm. I see them as "Ancients," even when they are saplings. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/21/09 at 04:08 AM

Wonderful Chris....There in nature, in the ancient groves, is something that reaches up nobler than most. To trees! Thanks.

Posted by Katerina T Nix on 02/21/09 at 11:49 AM

I know exactly what you mean! Trees are so enduring and just remarkable in general. Great read, buddy!

Posted by Wendy Sparling on 02/23/09 at 04:09 AM

kudo's...aka 'The Silent Poet'

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/26/09 at 12:01 AM

If only trees could talk. Good poem Chris...CharMin

Posted by Maude Curtis on 03/10/09 at 04:11 PM

very nice poem. Nature is alive all around you. You just have to have the heart to see it.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/16/09 at 12:29 AM

Trees can be very much 'alive' for the Keen sensitive to nature. Some people seem just plain wooden! LOL!!

Posted by Kris Mara on 04/07/09 at 01:19 PM

I love this -- I think many can relate to what you're expressing here....and I personally love how they change and are reborn with each season (even in winter, they are alive in there)

Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/18/09 at 01:36 AM

This is a new favorite by you for me.. I loved every bit of it... Indeed they do talk! Wonderful Poetry Chris!

Posted by Quinn Vokes on 04/23/09 at 05:02 AM

This is so wonderful! I love it, it's exactly how I feel when I'm in the woods surrounded by nature.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/02/09 at 04:13 AM

Evocative for me - one who loves trees and spent some of the most glorious moments of my youth climbing into them and feelings their sweet rhythms. I had not thought of that in years. But you really bring me back with a smile and a sigh for simpler times and lives of these lovely creations of the almighty.

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