It’s a love song.
People and trees.
Can’t be any other way.
Can’t be any other way.
As the seasons weave us together
in a dance of beginnings and endings,
in a dance of entwining joys.
When leaves fall on pavements bringing
a painters palette, a poets song to life.
When this orchestra of colour sings.
When sun caress, dare I say, blesses the days,
bringing reds oranges golds
to sing extravagant songs.
The hills of north London dance.
The hills of north London dance.
It's a Love Song
2007 ©
I was really struck when I heard the Native Americans
call trees The Standing People.
I knew trees help cleanse the air of pollutants and breath out the oxygen we breath in.
I then saw humans and trees being one breath, breathing out and
breathing in as one organism. I am still amazed.
Deborah O'Brien
Do you know that the trees talk? Well they do.
They talk to each other, and they'll talk to you if you will listen.
Tatanga Mani / Walking Buffalo a Stoney Indian, London 1958
Touch The Earth, T.C.McLuhan. Outerbridge & Diensfrey, NY