Saturday, August 20, 2005

Interview with a jew tree

This is something i saw on some website today:

So it was that, whilst walking through my local park recently, I passed a yew tree with whom I had previously struck up an acquaintance. She's a young tree for a yew,only about 120 years old. I saw that she'd had some vandal trouble. One of her lower branches was cracked and twisted. There were stumps here and there where otherbrancheshad been lopped off. In my concern for her, I went over to ask how she was doing.
I was thinking in human terms. I rested my hands on her trunk and thought about her plight,stuck there close by a busy main road, swung on by passing children, abused or peed on by occasional drunks.

I framed my question:"What is your wyrd"? I asked her.
For anyone unfamiliar with the term, wyrd is an Anglo-Saxon word meaning something like fate.
Her reply was simple: "The wyrd of all living things: beauty and then death".
I quickly realised the stupidity of my human response to what I saw as her ill treatment. Another quotation from my teens comes to mind: "You call it fame, but the human name doesn't mean shit to a tree". That's from Eskimo Blue Day byJeffersonAirplane. Yes, the value system of trees is very different from ours.
"The wyrd of all living things: beauty and then death".


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