Saturday, September 17, 2016

Trees


Trees are such amazing things. 
Sometimes I wish I was a tree. 
I could grow strong and big and beautiful. 
I'd be so wise. 
Birds would make their home in me, even raccoons I suppose. 
All kinds of insects and bugs. 
Everyday the sun would bathe me and the rain would bless me. 
And I would stand. 
Tall. Proud. Life Giving. 



I took these pictures in the little green patch opposite the Castle Frank Station, Toronto.

Friday, September 16, 2016

A Tree Was Here


I wonder for how long. 
I don't know how to count rings. 
But for long enough?

I wonder what happened to it. 
Did it get sick or just old?
Did someone hurt it,
Or was it a storm too great for the tree to bear.