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To Hug a Tree...
by Euna P. (Age: 15)
copyright 10-15-2005


Age Rating: 7 to 127

 
I love to hug trees.

Call me crazy if you want
but I do.

Let me explain why.

When you hug a tree
then reach out with your heart,
you feel the ancient life
stirring at your touch.

I get a feeling
from hugging trees
that I can get from
nowhere else I know.

A warmth flows
as I touch a mind
so wise
and so knowing.

I reach out
and feel myself bond with the tree.
I feel like I am traveling
backwards in time.

I travel back through years
until I reach the tree's heart
where the tiny sapling
lives in the giant.

I dive into the heart of the sapling
and suddenly am compacted
into a shell
hard and cold.

I grow, and then
break free
of the shell
and take root.

I stretch and revel
and how far I can reach.
I try to reach a little farther
and touch that grass blade.

I look around, and there are giants
and they are all so joyful
and so tall
it seems that they are flying.

I wanted to be like that.
I stretched and stretched
feeling the joy of growing
and reaching.

I stretched more
and grew more.
I touched the sky
and birds came to rest on me.

I continued to stretch.
My roots traveling
through the rich, moist soil
and gave me energy.

I stretched more and more
and when I looked back
I chuckled at the thought
that I was once a small seed.

Winters came and went
with spring and summer close behind
and fall, flirting with summer
and helping to produce life.

I saw many an egg
grow into a bird
and many a tiny squirrel
scamper on my branches.

Then I felt something strange
something new
and something different
that I had never felt before.

I looked down, and saw me
hugging myself
arms outstretched
and pouring my heart to it.

Whenever I travel through a tree's life
it's always different,
but always the same
and always exciting.

I let go of the tree
breathless, and wondering.
I look at the tree with new reverance
and take note of all it's splendor.

The sunlight peeking through the leaves
the leaves themselves a vivid green
the sheer size
are just very few of the things I see

Next time when you pass a tree
stop and spare some thoughts for it.
If you're not afraid and have courage
give it a hug.


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03-25-2007 Haley R.    

I like this poem a lot. Before I read this poem, I always thought that hugging trees was well..dumb, no offence!
But after I read this it made me think about my point of view. This poem makes you think a lot, especially about how, in a way, it's like we're a part of the tree's life, not the other way around.
But, also, I loved how your poem did not necessarily rhyme, but it still had rhythm.
I also like how you made stanzas and lines short. I forget the real word for continueing thoughts from one line to another, but that's what you did! =]

Great job!

-Haley of the CC


04-12-2006 Leigh G.    

This is a very good poem. I enjoyed reading it. Even though it reminded me of how I've grown up. When I was young I hated the cold and always wanted to be warm and happy. Now, that I've lived I know different. I was always being yelled at, waking up to hear my parents fighting, and always being at the burnt of arguments, and still am. I used to fear the darkness, I feared what and who was in it. I feared that my future was in it. Even though I learned to embrace the darkness; my future. And I learned to embrace the cold; my future. This was a very good poem, I also like to think of how lives of all living things played out. All except for humans, I'm not much of a people person. I've been trained to stay alone and keep to myself by my parents. If I tried to speak I was either ignored or only yelled at. I like being out in the world, and away from the people who are casting the chains over my blackened wings.

May the divine darkness be with you,
Leigh of the Commenting Crusaders


11-11-2005 Deborah Thomas    

I agree with Aaron, Euna. You are a very skillful
writer. Your vocabulary does appear to be that of an older, more experienced writer.
But I also agree that you should carefully consider what you are trying to convey after you 'discover' yourself hugging the tree. That was a pivotal moment,and to me, the perfect ending, or wrap-up, to the work. Perhaps leaving only the last stanza to remind us to be ourselves... getting in touch with nature somehow gives us a feeling of wholeness.. secure in our identity.
Great write! I know sometimes it's a message we are telling about our own experiences, and you can't really tell what is and is not important to the structure of the story. I am not an expert writer, but I am advising you only the parts that took away the 'magic'. I was so enthralled, then the adventure climaxed, and everything after that seemed somewhat to distract from the feeling you had created. Maybe I should have put all of this in an email?
Very vivid imagery. Debbie


10-22-2005 Emily Q.    

It's beautiful and shows a great sid eof who you are. It also gives a nice perspective to tree huggers as they are called. I myself call it a love for nature and its an importnat aspect of life. ^^ I love your peom


10-15-2005 Eleni Makarios    

This is a very beautiful poem Euna, mainly because it showed who you are. It showed that, well, you aren't afraid to hug trees. You aren't afraid to be who you are and tell everyone that. It's a very touching poem, and considering that we don't have trees in Greece, only bushes, it was helpfult o me, too. :-) Good work!


10-15-2005 Jeniffer Brand    

Call "me" crazy, but I can relate. Once you actually "hug" a tree you can feel the energy and life within it. It's a beautiful feeling if you can let yourself go like you could. All life is sacred including natures. Nice write.



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