Timber Tales Comments

Brother Daniel, I read this poem with interest. For sure we need to expand our usually narrow definition of what it means to communicate. This poem, it occurs to me, is sibling to Psalm 19 which declares “The heavens are telling the glory of God.” On to your next near posting, Glen

For ages we cannot measure, trees have climbed hillsides, reached their summits and rooted themselves securely. They do not intend to budge. Oh, they will bend in a storm, and after the storm, they assume their uprightness and their leaves glisten being closer to the sun. - - How closely you observe Nature and how intimately you feel her words!

Beautiful words of nature. The sound of the trees swaying and the birds fluttering is delightful. I am Pleased they give you so much joy. It is those simple things that give us life.