poetry

What is the value of a tree

 

Forests make me happy and I was lucky to play in the forest as a young child and as a man. I heard a rumour about two disappearing words. “Acorn and forest”

As a young boy of 7 playing marbles under an oak tree, I found a heart  shaped acorn. I pushed that acorn into the ground. An oak tree grew. In 1984 at 14 on tree day I was given an African Tulip Tree which I planted.

Working in the forest the day before my birthday in ”99 lightning struck thanks to my son Clay. I went to help my dad Doug build a forestry nursery. I stood there day after day putting tiny eucalyptus and rainforest seeds in pots by hand. My family grew a million trees and now there are more forests.

We need forests because they are for resting under and sitting under playing marbles. We need acorns to grow forests. Plant the seed and grow a tree. Plant a million seeds and grow a forest of abundance.

I am a supplanter. supplanting ideas these days I plant heart shaped seeds of love and growing forests of compassion. The following poem was inspired by an article I read that said the value of a tree is $193,000. I believe it is much more infinite and subjective. Others agree to disagree

https://www.therecord.com/news-story/6702767-what-is-the-value-of-a-tree-/

http://www.earthsharing.org.au/2006/09/how-do-you-value-a-tree/

https://www.uow.edu.au/~sharonb/STS300/valuing/price/pricingarticles.html

The following poem comes from book one of my 2017 two book poetry anthology Love in #Nimbin, Book 1 of Love and Lust in Nimbin, by Thundercloud Repairian AKA James Arthur Warren.

What is the value of a tree?

One hundred and ninety three thousand dollars can’t you see?

Plant one seed and help it grow

A million seeds, green forests grow

I planted one, I planted four

A million seeds outside my door

A forest grew from the seeds I threw

Onto the  blue house floor

The forest is a special place with fruit for you and me

Let’s eat the fruit together and then we’ll plant the seeds

What value is a teacher from all the seeds he threw

Onto the dirt of the blue house floor that grew and grew and grew

Each of us are seeds and supplanters too

Let’s plant seeds together to keep the blue house blue.

 

goat tree

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