Trees

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Trees cover most of the northern half of Wisconsin.
Two hundred years ago
Wisconsin was a thick forest,
a network of interrelated lives
that spoke to each other
through their inner capillaries.

Trees have brains.
When an enemy
comes into the forest,
they communicate to
the rest of the trees
and put out a chemical
to fight the pest.

When trees are dying,
they gather all their nutrients,
like carbon, potassium and water,
and send them along
their inner pathways
to their children and grandchildren.

They are living creatures
with intelligence —
more compassionate
than many of us.

5 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

5 responses to “Trees

  1. I love this, Ethel – and you’re right: trees have brains. They speak to those of us who will listen. Beautiful poem!

  2. Amen! Amen! Amen!

    Sending some more strength to work with your health issues, Ethel. You both are in my mind and heart.<3

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