More than the product of
differential heating, the wind is
the breath of trees. It is
their sense of touch, their method
of locomotion. The wind passing through
their vocal chords produces the whispering
voice of the leaves on the limbs.
Arboreal harbor of life.
Habitat of mammals, insects, birds, reptiles.
Everything lives in trees. Storehouses
of life and energy, which can be released
through fire, building, nourishment, music and literature.
Docile by definition, trees rule the world.
Now that I have told my druid ode
let the spirits of the forest step forth,
for you alone are those who own
this fertile ball of earth.