Or just the forest?
The world of trees is amazing. Imagine what it looked like 600 years ago, huge trees growing undisturbed before falling to the earth in storms or of old age. What a sight it must have been. Yet for all that grandeur did any tree stand out on its own in solitary splendor or were they justpart of a magnificent forest? Trees endlessly fascinate me and provide me with a chance to rejunvenate in their company.
I think Mary Oliver says it well in this poem:
Heaven knows how many
trees I climbed when my body
was still in the climbing way, how
many afternoons, especially
windy ones, I sat
perched on a limb that
rose and fell with every invisible
blow. Each tree was
a green ship in the wind-waves, every
branch a mast, every leafy height
a happiness that came without
even trying. I was that alive
and limber. Now I walk under them-
cool, beloved: the household
of such tall, kind sisters.