Ode to the Tree
You trees
I have often heard you speak.
Whoever listens to you speaks
about your shape and height,
about your colors and leaves.
You are giants
from our point of view,
each one of you is unique,
You have a character
that resembles that of a human being.
Thus you present yourselves
fine or gnarled, brave or sickly,
but always full of dignity.
Each one tells its own story.
Some tell of times long past,
others behave youthfully – wildly.
Some let their leaves grow thoughtfully,
others sprout blossoms and leaves
in no time at all.
You shape nature
and tell the story of the earth.
As individuals you are decoration
or guardians at the entrance,
but gathered together
you are called a forest.
Patiently you give fruit and shade,
as well as wood and a warming fire.
As trees, you are relatives
of human beings.
Goethe called you chaps.
Humans and trees
are based on the earth,
a slender trunk spirals upwards,
past many arms
and the crown greets us with a smile
just as parents look down
on their children.
As a tree you know
the ups and downs of life,
the whipping storm,
the warming sun and
the life-giving rain.
As a tree, you can’t be missed,
sending out a welcome at once.
“Here I am” you call out to us.
With you around, I am never alone.
You’re just a chap,
offering your friendship
for ever and ever.
You will probably outlive me.
—Spiridon Zalad
