Trees (Poem by Mary Oliver)
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Trees
Heaven knows how many
trees I’ve climbed when my body
was still in a climbing way, how
many afternoons, especially
windy ones, I sat
perched on a limb that
rose and fell with every invisible
blow. Each tree was
a green ship in the wind-waves, every
branch a mast, every leafy height
a happiness that came without
even trying. I was that alive
and limber. Now I walk under them–
cool, beloved: the household
of such tall, kind sisters.
by Mary Oliver
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A painting in words ☺️ I can see and feel tree energy.💜
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Oh gosh, you get the most interesting pictures of trees. I would love to sit on the “branch seat” of one of them and listen to nature singing to me. How lovely.
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