As the seasons change, a tree's point of view, well sort of.....
From spring to summer, fall to winter.
I was wondering.....
Sometimes, when I watch the seasons flow past my window in their never ending dance from spring to summer and fall into winter, I wonder what the plants are feeling as time passes by them. I watch as flowers grow from buds that turn into bright flowers that dance in the sun. Then the petals slowly fade away to seeds. Fall comes and freezes vines and leaves, casting them to the cold earth where the snow covers them in an icy white blanket. I watch as the grass goes from brown dried straw to green feathery softness. It waves in the bright sun like a green ocean. Then it slowly browns once more before being buried like the flowers in a blanket of white. I watch as the trees proudly display their buds in spring while the last of the dead leaves fall from their branches. Then they sprout leaves and flowers of their own which dance and play in the bright sunshine only to loose them to the harsh winds and rains of fall and then stand cold and empty while the snow falls. With this in mind, I created the short piece you see below. I was, in my wild imagination, trying to describe what a tree might feel like as the seasons slowly pass from one to the other in their endless flow of life and death.
The rains come down...
Spring, a new beginning...
Spring begins roughly as the wind and sun begins to warm up. How would a tree feel at this time? Would it welcome the spring? Here is a tree talking (in my imagination, of course).
"Rain falls on my head and drips down my arms to cover my feet with mud-filled water.
Wind occasionally rips past my arms tearing away whatever I might be holding in my cold-stiff fingers.
Wet leaves and loose branches beat against my skin leaving welts that burn and sting with the melting cold.
Then the sun rises high in the sky drying my rain drenched skin and warming my feet with just a bit of thawing.
I awake from my long winter's nap to a new beginning."
The bright summer sky...
Summer, time to 'dress our best'
Summer is a time of great warmth and beauty. The flowers bloom and the bees race about seeking their nectar. Trees sprout bright green leaves on their high branches that reach higher and higher each year. The birds flock to the branches and hide in the shade of the leaves to nap or rest. What would the tree feel in the summer?
"The sun hangs in the sky and I proudly display my leaves and flowers. Birds come to visit and nap beneath my canopy of green.
The heat warms me inside and takes away the feel of freezing. The very air buzzes with the life of summer creatures.
Water has sunk deep into the dry earth where my digging appendages must struggle to reach it. But the deeper my roots, the stronger I become. And the leaves I grow are still gaining in size and strength.
Proud and tall I stand, waving my beauty in the warm summer winds. Insects eat some of my leaves and birds eat my berries, but I am glad to help them in their struggle to survive."
Fall brings bright colors and crisp days...
Fall is the time of harvest. Though the garden vines have begun to dry up, their fruits are bright and ready for eating. The trees dress themselves in bright reds, oranges and yellows. The animals partake of the harvest as much as they can to provide food over the long winter months. So what do the trees feel?
"A crisp wind blows about me pulling at my arms and emptying my hands once more of the colorful leaves with which I have dressed.
Rain falls, often with a cold icy bite that hits against my skin like tiny needles. Yet the rain is food for me and I gather the rain in my roots for the long winter that is on its way.
The water often freezes at night trapping my feet beneath its icy surface till morning brings the warming sun. I feel sleepy. Each day I dig deeper for the warmth of the earth and the flow of the water. I stand tall with my beautiful colors for all to see.
Leaves of other trees fly about me in twirls of bright color that land at my feet and turn brown. Seeds in the winds land around me and are buried in the bright colors. The leaves that fall will insulate my roots, and the seeds, during the cold winter.
I feel the cool air and know that soon I will sleep."
Winter arrives to cover all in ice and snow.
Winter is cold and harsh to the plants until it finally lays a blanket of white that insulates them from the harshness. Grass, trees and flowers lay in a deep slumber until the spring begins to thaw them back into life. How does a tree feel in this harsh season?
"Snow covers the ground in a blanket of white that hides the dry grasses, frozen flowers and dried brown leaves. Sleep is welcomed.
Wind whips about my arms and head which now lie bare and exposed to its harshness. The snow often covers my arms making them heavy. They droop from the weight.
The ground is frozen and my roots are trapped beneath the icy white blanket and the cold, frozen earth. But I have dug my roots deeper than the freeze can reach and I am content.
The brightly colored leaves that I bore in the fall are now just a memory. The cold winter winds removed all that had not yet dropped of their own accord.
And I sleep deeply and content in the warmth of my memories."
© 2011 Cheryl Simonds
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