The Core will tell you What They
Hold in their Hearts
Trees must have grooves that spiral
making mystic eyes. The eyes watch the history before us. They
tell us the stories of the past. They've seen it all as they
lived through the centuries.
They watched the Indians hunt for
their food. Watched them dance their magical dances. The trees
watched as we stole the land from the Indians. Trees saw the
tragic wars and many deaths of men, women and children.
They feel children climb them,
welcoming them with strong arms. They hold tight as children
build tree houses. Trees hear the children's own stories of
adventure and ghostly haunting.
Trees Keep watch on the lives that
inhabit them; squirrels and birds think their shoulders are good
homes. Some even carve into the sheltering body for its
Trees spread their gifts of life
through out the world. But humans take the gifts for granted and
slaughter them to build huge homes and cities. Many losing their
lives and the life it bring those who live under the comfort of a
tree - The trees cry.
As A phoenix, trees shed their
feathers for rebirth. The trees seem dormant when bare, but they
breathe. Trees dance when the wind blows the long branches. Each
curve twists as the grooves become more defined. They seem
haunted and unapproachable. If you approach a tree it will speak
in whispers. You must put your ear up to hear.
Inside trees you will find many
circles; history's timeline in the making. The core will tell
you what they hold in their hearts. It is the core of every
living thing that is inside of us all.
A tree must have grooves.
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