What is your favorite tree? Why do you like it?

Death breathes life

The boy entered the 'Valley of the Giants' and followed the 'Ancient Empire' boardwalk and rammed earth trail over the forest floor.
The boy entered the 'Valley of the Giants' and followed the 'Ancient Empire' boardwalk and rammed earth trail over the forest floor.
He followed his father on the 'Tree Top Walk' through the tingle forest canopy. He pointed at three rare eucalypts-the red, yellow and Rate's tingles surrounding the trail...
He followed his father on the 'Tree Top Walk' through the tingle forest canopy. He pointed at three rare eucalypts-the red, yellow and Rate's tingles surrounding the trail...
The boy touched their moss-covered, huge and buttressed trunks, looked up in their ever-green majestic crowns and then down on their roots lost in a lush understorey of tassel bush, fern and wattle.
The boy touched their moss-covered, huge and buttressed trunks, looked up in their ever-green majestic crowns and then down on their roots lost in a lush understorey of tassel bush, fern and wattle.
A red tingle tree that appeared to have a face on its gnarled trunk took your interest. "Red tingle trees have often suffered damage from past wildfires", explained his dad.
A red tingle tree that appeared to have a face on its gnarled trunk took your interest. "Red tingle trees have often suffered damage from past wildfires", explained his dad.
"The trees continue to grow around the scar, but the next fire will burn away the dead wood. After centuries of fires, a huge hollow eventually develops with often occupies most of the enlarged base of the trunk." He continued to explain but suddenly
"The trees continue to grow around the scar, but the next fire will burn away the dead wood. After centuries of fires, a huge hollow eventually develops with often occupies most of the enlarged base of the trunk." He continued to explain but suddenly
there was no sign of the boy. The ancient forrest swallowed him. 'Just soft cracling in the distant trees, the air grew strange and hazy, the steady buzz of busy bees droned slow and low and lazy.'
there was no sign of the boy. The ancient forrest swallowed him. 'Just soft cracling in the distant trees, the air grew strange and hazy, the steady buzz of busy bees droned slow and low and lazy.'
'Now dusk was falling slowly on the forest floor. The boy went to investigate. The time of Bushfire Dreaming was at hand and he alone had to face the story of the fire and try to understand.'
'Now dusk was falling slowly on the forest floor. The boy went to investigate. The time of Bushfire Dreaming was at hand and he alone had to face the story of the fire and try to understand.'
The boy sneaked inside the burn-out hollow hopefull that tree-fire story would follow: 'Fire within and fire without. Fire burned away the vestige of doubt. Fire from its skin to its fluttering heart, droving it up in a sweet parabolic arc...
The boy sneaked inside the burn-out hollow hopefull that tree-fire story would follow: 'Fire within and fire without. Fire burned away the vestige of doubt. Fire from its skin to its fluttering heart, droving it up in a sweet parabolic arc...
and on the highest of twigs was a perfect flame, which with all its might, it clutched to its frame, leaving a deep hollow, blackened and dead.
and on the highest of twigs was a perfect flame, which with all its might, it clutched to its frame, leaving a deep hollow, blackened and dead.
'Then its branches and its leaves became shrivelled and scorched as the fire leapt above them, the treetops were torched.'
'Then its branches and its leaves became shrivelled and scorched as the fire leapt above them, the treetops were torched.'
'Ashes from a tree rose up like a prayer to the swollen steam clouds that were hovering there. Each teardrop cried, raining blows on the fire that hissed as it died.'
'Ashes from a tree rose up like a prayer to the swollen steam clouds that were hovering there. Each teardrop cried, raining blows on the fire that hissed as it died.'
'The pale sun shone through the cool thin air. The ground was black and sodden and bare. Gone the dead wood and dry underbrush, and over the ruins fell a horrible hush...'
'The pale sun shone through the cool thin air. The ground was black and sodden and bare. Gone the dead wood and dry underbrush, and over the ruins fell a horrible hush...'
'All survivors felt lost and heartsick, remembering they had been through the fire and wondering around in their own nightmare stumbled on the remains of chapel...'
'All survivors felt lost and heartsick, remembering they had been through the fire and wondering around in their own nightmare stumbled on the remains of chapel...'
'The priest's wise words filled their hearts: "Let the fire protect us from vanity, let the fire teach us humility, now I know you all feel this sense of futility,
'The priest's wise words filled their hearts: "Let the fire protect us from vanity, let the fire teach us humility, now I know you all feel this sense of futility,
but if each does what we can in our special way, together we'll build our world better one day.'
but if each does what we can in our special way, together we'll build our world better one day.'
'In black branches thin sap veins on like embers. Then slowly, so slowly that no-one remembers, through black bark burst small leaves...
'In black branches thin sap veins on like embers. Then slowly, so slowly that no-one remembers, through black bark burst small leaves...
'that were brilliant and green, and earth flooded with flowers that had never been seen.'
'that were brilliant and green, and earth flooded with flowers that had never been seen.'
The boy ran back to his father, the story of fire ringing is his ears: "Please, father tell me about that fire we had, please..."
The boy ran back to his father, the story of fire ringing is his ears: "Please, father tell me about that fire we had, please..."
His father took his hand and led him out of the forrest to their car: "Those of us who live in the South West know that we live with the risk of fire. This was the case with the last fire in our Nannup,
His father took his hand and led him out of the forrest to their car: "Those of us who live in the South West know that we live with the risk of fire. This was the case with the last fire in our Nannup,
do you remember, it looked like a burnt-our wasteland. The day after the fire roared through our place was a black desert."
do you remember, it looked like a burnt-our wasteland. The day after the fire roared through our place was a black desert."
"But not any more," the boy cried out when they drove back home.
"But not any more," the boy cried out when they drove back home.
"Seedlings have forced their way through the ash and the big trees are sprouting new leaves.
"Seedlings have forced their way through the ash and the big trees are sprouting new leaves.
When the rain comes there will be an explosion of new growth." His father smiled at him: "50,000 ha were burnt, but the bush is regenerating..."
When the rain comes there will be an explosion of new growth." His father smiled at him: "50,000 ha were burnt, but the bush is regenerating..."
"Trees are the heroes of the garden," his mother came out of the house to greet them: "They take up carbon from the atmosphere, shade the house and garden...
"Trees are the heroes of the garden," his mother came out of the house to greet them: "They take up carbon from the atmosphere, shade the house and garden...
"and act like outdoor air-conditioners," his father added smiling back at his wife: "Therefore we live surrounded by trees, you see."
"and act like outdoor air-conditioners," his father added smiling back at his wife: "Therefore we live surrounded by trees, you see."
"We don't have air-conditioners and other modern appliances, because we live in your family house that is over a hundred years old," his wife waved her hand at him: "A decaying old house with its muted twilight colours and dark menacing shadows,
"We don't have air-conditioners and other modern appliances, because we live in your family house that is over a hundred years old," his wife waved her hand at him: "A decaying old house with its muted twilight colours and dark menacing shadows,
an old house as you see in a bad dream..." Her husband took her hand: "That's not true, darling, when you first saw this house, you said you like its dilapidated grandeur..."
an old house as you see in a bad dream..." Her husband took her hand: "That's not true, darling, when you first saw this house, you said you like its dilapidated grandeur..."
She shook her head: "I didn't know I end up living in it, although it has spectacular views from three verandahs, but it needs to be repainted..." He laughed: "No way, the effect of peeling painted timber creates a beaufiful patina...
She shook her head: "I didn't know I end up living in it, although it has spectacular views from three verandahs, but it needs to be repainted..." He laughed: "No way, the effect of peeling painted timber creates a beaufiful patina...
that speaks of age and the wear of time." His wife shook her head in disbelief and smiled at the boy: "Come on, time for dinner and when you are big enough you help me to paint the house."
that speaks of age and the wear of time." His wife shook her head in disbelief and smiled at the boy: "Come on, time for dinner and when you are big enough you help me to paint the house."
The boy ate his supper listening to the creaking of the old wooden floor and had a disquieting sense of just how rickety and unstable a built structure is when confronted with unstoppable forces of nature and time. Not like those big trees at all....
The boy ate his supper listening to the creaking of the old wooden floor and had a disquieting sense of just how rickety and unstable a built structure is when confronted with unstoppable forces of nature and time. Not like those big trees at all....

Red tingle tree

Eucalyptus jacksonii

the most massive of them all

a huge black hollow

in the middle

of its trunk

its bark is rough

stringy

grey changes

to redish-brown,

once you climb

70 metres up.


I have a dream

of finding myself

snug and secure

in its beautiful crown

blossoming white

in summer,

that innate desire

that all tree-dwellers must have

to close my eyes

and go back in time

65 millions years

when the first red tingle tree

appeared on planet Earth

weather was warm

and continuosly wet

Valley of the Giants

the home of my special tree

was in the heart

of supercontinent Gondwana.


What I do now

is tell the story,

the red tingle tree

whispered to me at night,

called:

'Death breathes life'.


About 1612

the tree began its life

as a seedling

on the forest floor

shooting up

forming

its green crown

growing living thing

each leaf

breathes

in and out

chronobiology

the rhythm of life.


For three centuries

Aboriginals

tiptoed around it,

no one and nothing

disturbing its peace.


In 1911

timber industry began,

the white people

came around

and start to change things

but the ancient red tingle tree kept resisting...


A little girl used to bring

lunch for her father

setting it up

among its massive roots

above the ground,

while the woodcutters were eating

she was allowed

to wonder around.

The valley of Giants

was her school

and her playground,

everything here knew its place

the animals

the birds

the trees

the rocks

and her.


There is surely nothing so perfect

in nature

as the innocence of childhood

It is a quality that is perfect

in every incarnation

which transcends culture,

gender,

class,

and everything else.


The innocence

is one of the most difficult concepts

for our modern culture to deal with.

For innocence is not the mere absence of guilt...

innocence is the start of the journey

a tree sappling

taking roots in a new place

without any pressumption about the surrounding

taking everything like it is.


She fell in love

with that alluring

majestic tree

with the sheer wonder

of the untamed forest

she could travel

for days

without seeing

another person

this is nature as God intended

truly awe-inspiring

you have to see it

to remember

"How majestic the world can be

without human beings spoiling it,"

She begged her Father to stop cutting trees,

but he said:

"We have to live from something

and that is the only thing I know how to do."


Then the fire burst opon them from over the rise,

throwing up sparks like demonic red eyes,

towering high up to the black opal skies.

Huge tongues of flames flickering, licking up leaves,

cracking up branches and chewing up

her favourite red tingle tree.


With the roar of the fire

it was hard to hear

her Father's voice

when he picked her up

on his horse

fleeing the destruction,

that had never happened here before.


Fires started to rage

in southwest Western Australia

as there were no more

Aboriginals

to do preventive burnouts,

a massive plume over the Indian Ocean

acid smoke

death of trees

the scorching black empty land around.


The girl grew up

in a small town of Nannup

a 90-minute drive away

from her favourite tree

but it took two days

on a horse at the start of century.


Her Father found new job

in the timber mill

ahd she kept dreaming a

about her red tingle tree.


As the season changes

to the crispness of autumn

and beyond

the only fire to worry about

is the cracling log fire

in their living room

she asked her Father to take her back

to the Valley of Giants

but he refused.


She learnt to knit

colouring the sheep wool

red and green

tying those

loose threads

of an unravelling life

A mirage of the red tingle

in front of her

a kind of mirage

dimly visible

in the distance

at the beginning

of her personal journey


Knowing

that each cell

every individual

is at the mercy

of the cycles of time

from the second

that measures heart rate

breathing

to the weeks

of the woman's cycle.

She was expecting a child.


Passing adulthood

now that mirage

her world

is cleary drawn and vivid

her father

herself

and her son

are yoked together

by their own journey

as well as blood...


In 1940

her father died.

Her son drove her

to the Valley of Giants

where they stood

faces in shadow of the old tree

she knew so well and loved,

her father's ashes

covering the land around.

The moment of suspense

and stillness

in the subtle harmonies

of bark red-browns

and dusty blue-greens.


The woman touched gently

the hollowed out

and burnt base

telling her son

about the wildfire

when deep leaf litter and fallen logs

had burnt through its bark

and left scars of dead wood.


The majestic tree

so vibrant

the air everyone breathes.

It was like an epiphany,

the tree lokout was built

in its crown

and fire watches resumed

to prevent another damage to the valley.


They climbed up the tree,

sitting on its wooden platform,

looking down

on large fallen tingle trees

its twisted roots

and massive size

lying blackened and dead,

looking up

at the sky,

their father and grandfather

his body being burned on a funeral pyre

of dead trees

as part of funeral ritual

and now he is among the trees

he was cutting down all his life.


Intimitations of mortality

we never get over the shock

that people we love or admire die

with every close person

leaving us behind

we get

more fear

more acute sense of mortality

breathing down our necks

we live in a death-denying culture

in an age-defying

denying one,

leaving us all exposed

and vulnerable

when the inevitable comes.


You know it is there,

walk with reverence

and gratitude

every moment of your life

every passing minute

you remain alive

be passionate and kind

do not take

love and life

for granted

death denial

is also

life denying

do not fritter away

your time

doing things

out of duty

but not love....


She wanted him to understand

the transience of life

to get used to the idea

that we die

so we could live with purpose

to pose the question

we ask ourselves

time and again

"If I knew I was going to die tomorrow,

what would I do differently today?"

"If I knew you were going to die tomorrow,

what would I do or say now?"

It is a hard but fulfilling way to live.


"Look down there,"

her son suddenly said.

She saw a fallen,

dead tree

that had

amazingly,

sent up a new shoot.


Hugging a tree

on their way down

holding hands with natural reflection

its etheral quality

captured in every leaf

perfectly

in bright sunshine

even the drizzle is dreamy

feeling the sense

of inner peace and tranquility.


And they went away,

to live their life,

once up,

once down,

their choice,

they suddenly understood:

'If you don't put in the time

you won't go the distance.'


Then she was living in the sunset of an age

loosing the threads of an unravelling life

there was something immensely sad

about her unrequited love

and her acceptance

that 'after a certain age'

she became invisible

an old ghost gum

a paper bark tree

bent by the wind

She wished

she could linger

longer

and like many before her

she had developed

that age-induced selective memory

the stomach-churning journey

the wind, fire and rain,

the impossibly steep muddy ascent

all had faded

the memories that stick were of the overwhelming emotion of love.

Her is the RED TINGLE TREE

stubbornly holding its own

against the tides of human change.


A home away from home

at the edge of a dusty road

she had a soft spot for traditions

something that kept her going

she was part of a wonderful repository of wisdom

life experience

and love

that no one needed anymore.


One day she quietly died,

her body burned on a funeral pyre

of dead trees,

her ashes covering the dry

cracked land

around the Red tingle tree.


Her son comes often

with his daughter

to climb up

the red tingle tree,

she had a daughter

and that was me...


The red tingle,

our family tree...



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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Love those pictures. My favorite tree is the weeping willow.


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diogenes 4 years ago from UK and Mexico

Astonishing Beata. You are a bard!

I know that area as have a friend called Ron who owns Orana Cines in Albany (and Geraldtown). I have driven past these trees you describe whicn I heard were being cut down.

Bob

Pleae call in and say Hi to Ron and Leti if you are round that way (Albany)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks Gypsy Rose Lee, so many trees to choose from, but who knows for how long...

Thanks Bob for stopping by, the 'Valley of Giants' is part of the Walpole-Nornalup National Park so these trees should be safe, but all around the National Parks trees are harvested continuosly...Australia is apparently the biggest exporter of woodchips, it is sad to see those magnificent ancient trees being destroyed and packed up for few bucks...

Happy to stop by to say hello to your friends, next time I am in Albany, all the best Bob...B


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geoffclarke 4 years ago from Canada

Awesome hub, truly beautiful! Voted up.

My favourite tree is also the weeping willow because of the way its branches hang down to almost touch the ground. I also like the Canadian Maple because its leaves turn bright red in the Fall.

Geoff


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teaches12345 4 years ago

Enjoyed the story as it went from year to year of a tree's history. Trees are beautiful and make for some interesting tales.


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KathyH 4 years ago from Las Vegas, Nevada

Love the similarities presented by this, trees and symbolic "family trees"... wonderful poem, and beautiful pictures! I loved this!

My favorite tree is the Maple tree because of the BEAUTIFUL colored leaves in the fall! Voted up and awesome!


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coffeegginmyrice 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

I love it! Voted beautiful! Will share.

My favourite tree is the huge, robust and wide-spread branches of the Acacia tree that gives a warm shade.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

This piece was mesmerizingly, achingly beautiful. I cannot think of a tree I don't love. I do have a special place in my heart for the huge, old pine trees that stretch skyward at my mother's home and each visit home I walk among them and am awestruck. They are a work of nature's art. Your words here are a work of art.


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Vellur 4 years ago from Dubai

Awesome voted up. Loved this and enjoyed reading. A tree has many memories associated with it and takes years to grow. Sad that people cut down trees without a second thought. Great hub.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear tree-huggers and nature-hub-lovers for your beautiful and warm-hearted comments. My house is surrounded by trees mostly eucalyptus of different kinds and I look at them thinking: "I can't leave without these green and majestic trees, but they can easily live without me, and maybe they would be better off:)".


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Rosemay50 4 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Awesome poem. I enjoyed the way you intermingled your family tree along with this big beauty.


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picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

WOW, what an incredible hub. I can come back to it in times of my own unrest and feel natures awesomeness and a gentle reminder of my own mortality. Thank you! VOTE WAY UP!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Rosemary for taking your tme to stop by and I am very happy your visit was worthwhile:) Trees are something we can't live without and yet we take it for granted like so many other very important things in our lives...my little tribute to my 'little-big tree' is just a small 'thank you' to all those green beauties on our planet that fill our lungs with oxygen and our eyes with beauty:)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'piclesandrufus' for your gentle and wholehearted comment, the comments like yours keep my writing pen scratching on a piece of paper late at night when every one in my household is sleeping...keep my imagination alive and my heart beating with every words I put down....


KatrineDalMonte 4 years ago

Beautiful with so many wonderful photos, well done and thank you for sharing :-)


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Gloshei 4 years ago from France

What fantastic photos so beautiful, nature is a wonderful thing thank you for sharing them.

My favourite tree is the weeping willow.


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Teylina 4 years ago

Fantastic photos, beata. But the essence of the words is exceptional. My son says he "feels as one with trees." I understand, but though I love many, many trees, I have to choose the massive great oaks of the south as they always felt awe-inspiring and protective to me, from childhood on. I hate to see any tree cut down. It's as if the tree is being treated inhumanely. I don't feel the same of trees destroyed by hurricanes (tornadoes), but I don't feel like crying, as I do when I hear those chainsaws!


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jaswinder64 4 years ago from Toronto, Canada.

very interesting poem.


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B. Leekley 4 years ago from Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA

Up, useful, interesting, and shared. I liked this touching story about a tree and a family.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubbers for your inspirational inputs...whatever you favourite tree is (some of you reveal it and some not) I can hear from your words that all of us have great admiration and love for trees in general...from the time I have written this poem I more consciously look for trees in the area I live and work, I am lucky I am surrounded by trees everywhere I go, except when I go to beach...I see more trees than people some days and it feels just right:)


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Teylina 4 years ago

You're missing some great beaches!


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

That's the other perfect day, dear Teylina, I live on a huge bush land, surrounded by trees only ten minutes from ocean:)


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vechiclereg 4 years ago

Trees are most useful for human being. It gives us Oxygen, which is the most necessary materiel for all living being. There are many kinds of trees in the world. Among them I like Mango Tree very much. Because It gives us Oxygen as well as testy fruits. Thanks for sharing this hub. Images are remarkable.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you my fellow hubber for your interesting input and all the best:)


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Wordflow 4 years ago from Iota, Louisiana

I doubt that I could choose a tree, just one, to say that would be me if I could be a tree! My state's magnolia- grande in bloom; the mighty redwood- enough room to live in comfortably; The lazy weeping willow, braided branches into hammocks with a straw hat as my pillow...Can I have a favorite of the season, and change my mind for any fickle reason?


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

You can have whatever favourite you like, dear fellow hubber, just pick it in your mind and let your words floow...thanks for your great input:)


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Wordflow 4 years ago from Iota, Louisiana

In reading over my post, I see that I left out the verse "Centuries old live oaks with mossy beards and ivy cloaks" which would have given me four favorites, one for each season. Silly that it bothers me enough to post a correction haha! Anyway, I enjoy knowing there are so many tree-hugging hubbers! Enjoy the shade.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

That's beautiful, 'dear fellow hubber whose words really flow:)' and so accurate, enjoy the shade, it is big enough to shelter us all:)


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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

you always amaze me with your kinship with nature and express it profoundly...awesome...


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'raciniwa', just yesterday my friend asked me to pen down 'rap song' and I just couldn't do it, she was surprised 'cause apparently 'I am so good with words' and I realized, I have to be very passionate about something and only then 'the words just flow...'


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CrisSp 4 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

My favorite is willow trees. Despite willow trees slender branches, Willow trees roots are remarkable for their toughness, size and tenacity to life. More like me, in a way.(:- Great hub and visuals. Makes me feel closer to nature. Voted up and sharing it with some fellow tree lovers and huggers.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow tree lover and hugger, for stopping by and sharing this green hub with others:)


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tillsontitan 4 years ago from New York

I can't decide which is more beautiful your hub or your photos or the short story with your photos! What a lovely way to tell a story and touch the heart. Beautifully done. Voted up and awesome.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my dear fellow hubber, it was 'my ode to trees - my fellow companions who surround my house, sing me lullabies at night and with gentle rustling wake me up'. I have spent my teenager's year in a grey block of flats, all identical, all in communist style without a tree on sight, a dark, cloudy sky always above me...I felt very depressed and now I know why...:)


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traslochimilano 4 years ago from USA

Thanks for sharing this ultimate hub with us. I am aware with tree from my childhood, me & my friends play with tree just climbing on tree and jump from tree. I would like to willow trees.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks for your kind comment dear fellow hubber, the most people love willow tree, must be something into it, I think with its fallen branches and bent trunk it evokes in us human emotions of sadness but also resilience...all the best with your hubbing and hopefully I will hear from you again:)


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Lipnancy 4 years ago from Hamburg, New York

I guess my favorite tree is the weeping Willow. I had a swing hanging from our Willow tree. And sometimes my Dad would let the branches grow all the way to the ground so I could have a little fort under the tree.


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samtebbutt 4 years ago from Ireland

The last verse of your poem made me feel emotional. Love this poem!


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vechiclereg 4 years ago

You are right samtebbutt.


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wolfshadow 4 years ago

All I can say is wow. You're an awesome writer. Reading this makes me want to go outside and go tree gazing. And great photos too. Thanks for the inspiring hub.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, my fellow hubbers and welcome to my page, always happy to inspire you:)


erickcb 4 years ago

Mine has to the the Great White Pine. The Tree of Peace.

I enjoyed your hub a lot.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Love pines, good choice, but is there any tree, really not to love? Thank you for stopping by and all the best with hubbing:)


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sheilanewton 4 years ago from North Shields, UK

oh my!! You take me back to when I visited the Vally of the Giants on a trip to my sister's in WA. I forgot I was with anybody - just walked on the tree tops: me and the Tingles. And I have to say, tingles are my very favourite trees. Awesome trees - awesome hub. Thank you soooo much for this.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Happy to bring your happy memories back, the tingles are great, we just have to learn to respect and preserve them, here in Western Australia, otherwise our future generations would not have a chance to 'be lost in thoughtst among them' just like us:)


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oliversmum 4 years ago from australia

Beata Stasak Hi. What a beautiful hub and the photographs are wonderful.

You could get completely lost in another world, walking beneath or on top of those trees.

I love the Willow tree,the reason being the branches hang down and create a lot of shade, our Grandchildren had a fairy garden under one. It was wonderful,peaceful and quiet. They loved it.

Thank you for sharing with us. Voted up and Awesome. :):)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you 'Oliversmum' for reading my 'ode to beatiful trees', can imagine you sitting under a magic Willow tree with your Grandchildren all around you, hope their love and appreciation of the Willow tree and all trees around will stay with them forever:)


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Lady_E 4 years ago from London, UK

Lovely read. I don't have a favourite Tree, but I sometimes I admire some lovely ones in parks.

I have learnt that some Trees are not just trees. There is more to them. Spooky... :-)


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

So true, dear Lady...so true, thank you for stopping by and have a great day wherever you are:)


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wmhoward4 4 years ago from Baltimore Maryland (USA)

I love the weeping willow tree. My great grandmother had one above her grotto. Even though the Garden of Gethsemne was most likely full of olive trees at the night of the last supper, I wonder if a weeping willow was there as well. In many ways it would seem to fit.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

I live on the farm full of olive trees so I agree...the willow tree is one I miss:)


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Vitallani 4 years ago from UK

You found some beautiful pictures for a beautiful poem.


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Beata Stasak 4 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, 'Vitallani' for your kind response, I love to share my photos from my travelling all around my beautiful 'adopted home', Australia:)


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shamela 3 years ago

Hi Beata Stasak,

You have written a long and wonderful poem and the pictures in your hub match perfectly with your poem.

There is a nice and lively feeling when reading your poem. The trees are beautiful.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Shamela for your lovely and good willed comment, if we are honest with our feelings we usually good feelings and honesty in others, nature is something that is very close to my heart and my special eucalypt trees that surround my house are my protectors and 'silent companions':)


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shamela 3 years ago

I like how you have mentioned in your comment Beata Stasak about trees being protectors. I have never thought of trees this way.

Every tree has something special from the way it grows and stays.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

It all depends on our perspective, dear Shamela, I need an open space to breathe and greenery around me to soak the living energy in:) I am very fortunate to live on a big farm with bush and lots of trees, I walk around every day and know every tree by its special features, they are my companions but they also protect me againts the rain but also against the schorching heat and sunshine that is common in our part of the world:)


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Elias Zanetti 3 years ago from Athens, Greece

Awesome hub! My favorite is the plane tree mostly because of their wide and cool shadow which is the ideal place to sit and relax in summertime :)


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Yes, Elias I remember them from Greece, spent some time in Thessaloniki:) Greeting to Athens from Australia:).... B


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Kalmiya 3 years ago from North America

Definitely a tree hugger! My favourite is the majestic palm tree as the icon of the tropics which I love. Thanks for your lovely poem.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thanks Kalmiya for the stopping by, would thought that maybe maple tree would be your favourite or some other northern type, anyway coming to Ontario in July so will see your majestic green friends, can not wait to hug them:)..B


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Kalmiya 3 years ago from North America

That's a long trip! I hope you get out into northern Ontario to see our fabulous forests full of conifers, pines, birch; lots of trees for tree lovers. Have a great time.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

I hope so too, thanks Kalmiya:)


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susi10 3 years ago from The British Isles, Europe

Hi! This is a lovely hub and I enjoyed reading it. Well done! My favourite tree is the Oak and Horse Chestnut Tree.


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Beata Stasak 3 years ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you, Susi, lots of oak and chestnut trees in the Eastern Europe where I was born:) All the best and looking forward to hear from you again:)


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poetryman6969 23 months ago

A universe of trees!


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Beata Stasak 23 months ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you poetryman, yes the language of tree is universal:)


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Beata Stasak 23 months ago from Western Australia Author

Thank you poetryman, yes the language of tree is universal:)


Devin 21 months ago

Great fall photo ~ Perfect for Mellow Yellow ~ Love the little boy! thakns, namaste, Carol (A Creative Harbor)Might you consider linking up to my Magical Monday blog hop? namaste, Carol


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Beata Stasak 21 months ago from Western Australia Author

No problem Carol, thank you for your kind words:)

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