During a hot mountain hike, as we pass under the cool shade of a cheery horse chestnut:
Respectful of your greatness, like you might a Queen of the past. Thank you dear and majestic great one for all that you give. We are eternally grateful. Bowing under the pulsating epiphany of life. How could we ever pass you by in a fumbling blinded stance? We are but of great ego and with little true understanding of the world within or without.
Oh, strong and not so silent entity, how well you communicate with fellow tribe. Through unimaginable sophistication, you send your message of warning through the tiny particles in the air as well as feed a whole community through your roots. In contrast, we toot our gaudy horn and supposedly know better, while using and abusing your kind to serve our every whim.
Forgive us for our ignorance. A tree is but a tree, only when our eyes and heart are closed to you wonderous ways. In reverence and awe, I bow before thee.
A tree is but a tree…