Trees & the Wind

The view out north this morning from the deck

I wonder if trees love the wind.

Being such solitary creatures, unable to move from their one spot.

Doe they love to dance in it’s frolic?

Does the sway get their juices going,

the cambian layer allowing more fluid to flow?

Sometimes it must hurt.

Fierce gusts and gales

thrashing into themselves, and others.

A broken limb perhaps,

or at worst, an up-ended root ball.

Maybe they prefer birds?

A little natter and a little pick and scratch

of those places they can never touch.

But the wind

She blows wild and free

every eddy a new dance partner.

Oh the delights - North, South, East, West

strengthening all corners of her wooden world.

Perhaps abit like how we love

Fire

Ever drawn to it’s glow,

its essentiality for our survival.

And, always knowing she could kill us,

mame our children,

burn the village to the ground.

But trees,

they seem to like the wind

a joyful community, sending brushing sighs of pleasure

across my orchard

and,

inviting me to join the party.