If You Want to Hear a Tree Talk

by danielaterrile

If you want to hear a tree talk
to hear it tell of its story
you have to be willing
to slow down.

It is no different with a city,
if you want to hear how it whispers to itself
below the noise and din of
high heels on brick walks and passing cars
and people talking happily over drinks and
food in street side cafes.

To listen to the city, to Old Town San Diego
on Market Street tonight for me
there in the whisper below the busyness at midnight…
It is a whisper of energy—
energy flowing and moving
curling in and around onto itself

Like water
Like water in the creek
flowing through the Aspen Grove
like sap—
like the sap rising in the heart wood in spring
and gravitating back into roots and soil in the fall

Yes, the city, the tree…
the forest, you, me
Yes we are the same
More like the forest, I say
than we are different

Except Pando, an Aspen Grove in Utah, knows how
to live for 80,000 plus years
and we are but adolescents—
too indifferent to our self-destruction
and dreaming of immortality
while the Aspens pray
for our slowing down—

that we may hear their song
that we may join in the chorus
of their trembling listening —
listening to whisper of what is

to the wholeness of the thread
weaving all of life into a fabric of One.

Like I say, if you want to hear a tree talk
to hear it tell of its story
you have to be willing
to slow down.

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