Trees Reach for the Heavens

It seems that trees are abundant. There are so many kinds and sizes and they change predictably season by season. It would be easy to take them for granted and I probably did at one time. During the early 1990s, I had an experience that changed that. I now look at trees through a different lens, respecting their fight for survival against the many odds such as weather, fire, and most destructive of all, humankind. 


While walking on a two-lane country road, I witnessed the disfigurement, the destruction of trees along that quiet little community. A few limbs needed to be trimmed to ensure drivers’ vision would not be blocked in the future. It could be done piece by piece, but the road department workers apparently thought that was too slow so they devised a way to chew off the intruding growth expediently. Using both a bulldozer and a Bush Hog in a vertical direction they sped along the road shredding, disfiguring and raping the trees. These are my notes upon my return from that walk so long ago. 

Trees, arms flailing, bones cracking, leaves gurgling under the weight of more bodies piled up. 

Giant, crashing ahead, beeping back, ahead again belching his awful breath. 

The birds cry out as Godzilla stamps through their homes. 


“For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.” Martin Luther






9 thoughts on “Trees

  1. I, too, appreciate trees– their diversity, their longevity and their beauty. It breaks my heart to see them along the roads when they have been so rudely trimmed and huge broken branches protrude.

    If you are ever near Owensboro, you should visit the old sassafras tree. It is believed to be 250-300 years old and measures over 100 feet high and 16’feet around–probably the largest of its kind. My sister, is staying with her grandchildren, the triplets, this week and she is very good at keeping them occupied and getting them to appreciate nature. She took them to see this tree this week. Next time I am there, I will stop by.

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  2. Once again, you have shared your tree-mendous knowledge of things in Nature. For whatever reason, the trees seem particularly beautiful this year. There are streets I intentionally drive down because they create what my son called Tree Tunnels when he was young. Even in one block, there are various types, each uniquely beautiful. It might be the color, the leaf, the shape. They speak to me. They reach upward, they take whatever comes at them. I am saddened when I see someone overdo trimming, or just downright butcher it. Trees symbolize hope for me. The leaves may change, but in the Spring, a new batch arrives. The tree itself is the constant.

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  3. Thank you for writing about trees that touch my soul. As I age, I find strength and perspectives in the ancient sycamores rooted on the banks of area creeks. They have been there for centuries and will remain long after I’m gone, their miraculous energy rising from the earth each year. I like to imagine the people before me who have played, walked, cried beneath their branches. And when no one is looking, I frequently touch the huge trunks of trees and think I can feel their energy.
    I suggest the book”The Hidden Life of Trees: What they Feel, how they Communicate – Discoveries from a Hidden World” Very interesting, readable book. You’ll never think of a tree the same again.

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    1. Gayle, I feel the same about trees— love seeing the different ways they have shaped as they grew and wondering about the people who have experienced the tree.

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  4. Like you, I am a tree lover. Your blog really hits home with me. Just recently this same vandalism of nature has occurred along I-64 near Grinstead and the tunnel. It is so appalling. Looks like a tornado ripped through and twisted and torqued the roadside trees into oblivion. There has to be a better way, and there of course is… but it takes more time, precision and money. Sad.

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