They have been here since the beginnings of life on earth watching over this planet like silent guardians, standing tall.
Everything about a tree is powerful, from its inner strength to its stillness. Less calm beings can sit under their branches and breathe deeply knowing they are in the presence of knowledge.
Trees know when the sun is shining or if it will rain. They can sense their network of friends standing around them, or perhaps lack of. Our human ears may listen to them rustle and creak but trees know far more than they will ever say. This is another strength, to hold your tongue when others do wrong. They watch us and shake their heads, bowing in shame.
Earth creates life: a miracle and a conundrum. Why life? Where did we come from? Trees know the answer, shifting and swaying, embracing wind as it rushes past much like they reach to embrace humans as we hurry along on the ground. They try to seduce us into their branches to learn from their wisdom and be peaceful. With many of our cousins they succeeded.
You see, as humans we assume we are the pinnacle of evolution. We seem to feel some pride in our destructiveness, that the ability to destroy somehow lifts us above other species. This is a baffling thought.
Nature tried its best but we ignored it at every turn. Go outside and search the skyline. Feel that hunger in your breast until you spot a shifting haze, an ethereal substance in the wind. Maybe a splash of green or orange, depending on the season. The sentinel of good, never criticising, always willing to forgive, breathing, pulsing, waving, smiling, caressing. Humble.
Stand under a tree. Talk to it if you want and make sure you listen.