If only the trees, the timber, the forest, had a voice that could speak. They would share from the deep of the woods.This is that face, although subtle, this stare tells the story of wishes, last rites & bedside tales. She silently whispers an echo unheard, like a soft breezy wind that quickly returns. I quiver to think when I look at these trees, what a cry they might scream; “No! This can’t be, look at me while I stand, before I have fallen from glory, before my beauty’s no more”! They once were so vibrant & strong, embraced by the light, they stood spectacular, our gentle green giants. Such grace they displayed surrounding our town, giving us shade as they stood their ground. I gasp as I see this stunning lady, her speechless expression draws attention! She somberly captures a look of dismay, as she realizes the plight that befalls her bark timbers. It’s a shock of disbelief, maybe a plea for a picture to remember her glory, our stately wood wonders. Now quiet & solemn they lay on the ground weeping in sorrow, our fallen grand arbors! Let us not soon forget how much beauty they brought to our humble abodes, to our quaint little town. This face of the forest speaks louder than words. I’m struck by the mystery of what I have heard. “Take a pine cone, an acorn, a sapling or seedling. Replant, restore, replace them once more”! In memory of what we once cherished & adored, let’s bring back new growth to reshape our new town. Through the years they graced us with beauty & stature, let’s honor these tree lives with bringing in new life. A silent request, perhaps a call from the wild, this from our lady, the Face of the Forest.
I love your heart!!!
Cindy,
Thank you so much!! Appreciate your encouragement girlfriend! ❤️😊