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Put a smile back on my faces, my darlings. Invite laughter back into my days, one write at a time. Create a poem or story of any length with an element of nature as the central character. At the heart of this tree's, cloud's, tree frog's (your story, your chose of anything under the sun or beyond it) story or poem, a profound epiphany is revealed. Please tag me @PhynneBelle in the comments. #lifereveals
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Talking to Trees

You can talk to the animals,

chat with your plants,

Discuss ecology with a firefly,

or evolution with the ants,

But never had I more trouble, then when I've talked to trees,

It seems that they are as a whole a troubled group,

if you please!

I asked a Maple tree a question once,

about his unusual roots,

But he gave me this sappy smile,

and said something rude about my boots!

Next I approached a stately oak,

these trees are really quite stuffy,

I asked him how his acorns grow,

but he only got angry and huffy!

The next tree I encountered was a kindly white birch tree,

I asked why his bark was peeling,

but he only stared back at me,

I walked some distance through the forest and met an old tree of beech,

I knew that if I asked a poser of a question,

that he had much to teach,

Next I met an old elm tree,

who seemed fidgety and nervous,

I asked him what his phobia was,

as it seemed that was his purpose,

He told me rather nervously, that he might change to a frog,

But his greatest fear was that if he talked too much,

that he might just Dialogue,

I laughed so hard at his sudden pun,

because I never knew a humorous tree,

That made a joke that was half as funny,

as the one that he told me.

So, I asked him if he could make up a few,

to tell perhaps next spring,

He said he would see what he could do,

he knew it was a great thing!

I was quite concerned that the task I posed,

might be too much for a tree,

They are after all not known to be thinkers,

at least as trees might be,

So when I came back the following spring,

after winter’s snow had been dumped,

I found that the question I had posed,

left my friend the tree literally...

“stumped”!

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