PEACE from TREES

Silent Spring Becomes 2

SILENT SPRING BECOMES part 2

Living as last messengers who succeed
at keeping a message alive
they teach of the truth of how they want to live free again
how they want to return home return to a vast singing
forests with a vocal range of inexhaustible wealth,
acoustic blankets covering all continents
to that is their freedom

Today we, the Pacific Coast, are a baby nursery
Zillions of teeny tiny, trees who have
no one but us to teach them to sing again.
And somehow the old songs still survive
the teaches still somehow find a way through

Survivors live near the sound of the ripples on this lake.
Their songs bounce off the waters of the lake
rhythms echo off the waters
The cycles of moon keeps the spirit dancing
in new sounds... growing sounds
Songs that grow the leaves of all the babies
layer upon layer these songs
this mama's milk that makes tall, tall trees.

Higher up to see the whole lake
and all the mountains and all
the clearcuts, and all the roads
up above it all in the greenery...

Obsession over commerce
changes to obsession over habitat.
All the mama comes back in the first wondrous spring
that becomes more and more every spring.
All the mama comes back in the first wondrous spring
that becomes more and more every spring.

It starts with a message from the lake...

Photos and Poem by DeaneTR © 2003

PEACE from TREES