If trees could weep, would they send sorrows
into the ground
through roots, mycelium,
into rivers and seas?
Blending stories from birch and beech, spruce and sycamore
Not worrying about differences.
Speaking the truth of their silent observing,
No agenda except to honor life
Lament as they witness horror.
In Seattle, Warsaw, and Kyiv
Trees shoulder us
Hold our tears
Offer their silent comfort
Remind us that life flows on
Take our pain into their deep roots.
If trees could weep, we would be drenched,
Forced to stand on higher ground.
And, for a little science a talk by the remarkable Suzanne SImard, author of Finding the Mother Tree on “How Trees Talk to Each Other.”