Sunday, September 10, 2006
was going through the book i own for this new discovery, when i found something we were all made to write for journo class, randomly, the topic being trees. i want to keep it but i don't want to contribute the clutter inhabiting my desk so here it is, for memory's sake - Trees. The dimunitive island we call home has no dire shortage of trees, in fact, lush greenery surrounds us. They peek out from the tallest in concrete mazed surburbia and stoop low to provide shade and respite for harried cityslickers when we are in the urbane jungle of steel and glass. But even humble giants incite fear in the bravest. Who knows what lies beneath the thicket in forests we whizz past encased in metal on long stretches of roads. For the uninitiated, they might contain spirits of lost souls seeking solace in an intrinsic part of nature, somthing so deeply rooted, so permanent. Spirits, urban legends, moss, fern, birds - all borrowers, most transitory, all fleetingly leaving behind what they make their home for impermanent lengths of time. Stoic and unwavering, looming over but never imposing on; unassumingly, they just have their long toes deeply entrenched in firmly packed earth, spreading their leafy, spindly fingers far and wide. Never harbouring pretensions of grandeur, it is only deserving that when felled, a boom resonates throughout whence they came. Paper and wood chips and fire wood, all for us but nothing for them. A century's worth of life undermined in one final chop, a last push of a button.by P at 9/10/2006 03:39:00 PM |
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