We have more mighty wind storms this year than Bob and I can ever remember. Starting to think this too is a result of climate change? Seeing so many fallen trees the last couple months reminded me of this poem. Enjoy!
High in the canopy of the forest In one of the tallest trees Four buds set themselves On the end of a twig. Sealed tight with scales They set themselves firmly Determined to survive the winter’s Thaw and freeze, thaw and freeze. Then the unthinkable happened The unimaginable, not even remotely pondered, occurred. In that last big wind storm When we wondered what Might be happening in the woods …. This mighty home of the buds fell. King of the canopy came tumbling down with a groan And crash Many splintering sounds as The hollow trunk gave way to wind and decay. The young saplings braced themselves As branches flew past, Rubbing trunks Leaving lost members lodged in other’s forks. The creak and the crash unsettled The whole forest as small critters Ran out of the tumbling parts’ way Wondering why the canopy Would want to visit the floor? With a sigh the mighty giant Folded into the contours of the forest floor And lay still in the windy gusts The four buds, sealed tight, waiting for the spring sun to call them forth, cling to the twig at my eye level now. There’s a strange new light now As we walk this bend in the forest. Sunbeams pour in on a cloudless day asking “Who will next attempt the role of King of the Canopy? Come forth! Come forth!” How many other buds of last year’s canopy have become a white tail’s fodder?
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One of my favorites..