TREES
What are trees is not a semblance of permanence, a monumental proof of nature’s eternal quest to reach for the sun? And why is mankind so intent on eradicating these colossal reminders of our inferiority?
From tree-fellers to tree-huggers, a sense of urgency is felt, a point of no return once that which stood for centuries can be brought down in seconds. Are we innately predisposed towards the destruction of the very same natural environments that nurture us?
Seeing that trees, in an age-old embrace hold the earth intact against erosion - the earth upon which we source our being; how will their absence impact our sense of rootedness when the earth itself will flow beneath our feet in mud slides?
Is there a secret life of a billion charred trees, a secret language as has been postulated; a song sung by forests under cover of stars or inclement weather of this impending fifth extinction?
Would humanity even comprehend or understand this melody, this ten million year old conversation akin to that of self-reflective organisms born for life and breath of this planet?
Does humanity yearn to grasp and read the score of these secret whispers of ancient trees, a wisdom that withstood epochs of unimaginable catastrophes?
Can we decipher those secret biologies and networks of mutually branching roots, clad beneath fertile ground and blankets of seeds and leaves?
Of all the ruins we craft in the midst of trees and shrubs, none remain once left to the onslaught of uncurbed roots and branches paying no heed to human masonry.
And whilst humanity obsesses over robust manufacture of permanent structures to rival all of nature’s longstanding presence before and after man, humanity also harbours a certainty that ours is a futile attempt at taming our collective resuscitators and benefactors.
Will we again walk with trees, and not merely among them like tourists at a sacred shrine, but devotees to a journey into the future, shuffling and shifting the ground together in kindred spirit?
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