Ten Thousand Trees

One early summer day I took a hike to the top of a ridge in the Shawangunk mountains. Lots of tall trees all around me -- growing, living, flowering and dying together.

Ten thousand trees on a mountain top...
Fingers outstretched skyward,
They never doubt their simple purpose.

Dust to dust...
Perhaps they are our former selves.
Who knows the soil from which we have sprung?

Ashes to ashes...
Perhaps they are our future selves.
Who knows what seed our remains may nourish?

Earth to earth...
Perhaps they are our better selves.
Who knows what lies beyond this life?

Posted by Bob Rankin on April 15, 2006 09:34 AM |

 

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