Tree Songs

I searched for calm and I found trees.

Laced within the verses of history’s poets and bards one often finds themselves standing in a quiet wood, wandering through ancient forests, or lost in a dream beneath a thousand swaying branches.

This is no accident. The atavistic draw towards nature’s most stoic creations seems to be tattooed onto the marrow of almost every human. Trees are tangible manifestations of the unseen terrestrial mechanism of which we are all a part. They are living extensions of Mother Earth herself and when you touch a tree you can feel her heartbeat.

It has been the same for me since the first dim reflections of my distant memory. Long before the cameras and the words and the countless weird mornings I found refuge alone in the deep woods. Being there in the quiet and the calm amongst the trees I understood, even then, this was all somehow the answer to an unknown question.

That’s why now, so far removed from those early days in my home woods, I find infinite peace in the trees. They are all a part of a great perpetual web of existence, reaching behind the curtains of thought and time, life and death. They are reminders that we as a species are here, alive and breathing, however briefly.

All these things I felt on this single evening in New Mexico walking through the warm light beams as the sky gave birth to the night’s moon and the shadows fell and splintered between trunks and branches.