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sgreybe Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 209London, UK |
(This I wrote at the beginning of 1998. It is long, so be prepared for that. I take a gamble on all of you, thanks for your support.) TROPICAL RAINFOREST: Joyously marching through my tropical rainforest Where rain is in abundance and sunlight pierces through the glorious green of tree and plant Never wondering, dreaming - totally satisfied Completely surrounded by all that is good and perfect Do you understand? You asked - hopefully - leaning on a tree It's okay, I said - not knowing how or why - but why is it suddenly so dark? My precious rays of golden are no more Oh well, maybe it's just cloudy in my forest today Out of the forest, venturing into plain grey But I'm a big girl now - who needs green around all day? Hi! I feel great today I love people Who are you? Walking, oblivious, down a narrow grey street Suddenly thrown (or pushed, maybe?) A truck out of nowhere appears as I struggle to regain my poise An instant where time is frozen into eternal space I am staring, rooted I think I have become a tree myself The instant passes Leave me here - don't bother to stop Lying underneath the weight - helpless Cannot help myself - huge wheels roll over, crushing, and somewhere a gleeful glint and sadistic chuckle De ja vu - I feel it again I've been here before, you know But this dream (or is it real?) is never-ending, everlasting, a reality too true I'm flat on my back again I guess this is the way that it must be Please just be merciful and make it as quick as you can Fun? No. I'm less and less a person - more and more a tree But not the tree I want to be Almost used to crushing trucks Later in a semi-state of greenness But the green has change to yellow It can't be! Yet it is Green doensn't exist anymore All around me is grey Look, it's a river! What is my favourite tree doing on the other side? I need my tree Even if it is grey, it has been good Oh well, I'm a big girl now - I don't need trees What's that? My tree speaks Expected to become a graceful silver-birch Okay - for you Instead I feel like an after-Christmas conifer Show me your branches, my birch, you asked For you - anything - even this But you didn't see that they are only fake branches Welcome to the grindstone Colour has sprouted up everywhere - somehow, it couldn't be stopped But everyone can see grey is in control, as it pushes away at brightness - greyifying all it comes into contact with But the colours are dimming I think grey is winning Red is all around Beautiful in its right I stand and watch as my glorious, precious rainforest burns down Burning trees fall down around me I don't notice My heart breaks repeatedly as helpless animal after precious animal tears past me in search of a way out Some jump up at me for help and protection I hold them close But they all soon die Standing perfectly still in the pitch-black embers of what was once my joy and inspiration Nothing moves All is gone I turn and walk away Before me lies the gaping river of separation But now it is a boiling, spluttering, churning mass of sulphur and boiling water I lean over it Take me in - now It is black here Am I dead? A sensation of soft wind blowing on me I open my eyes It's still black here The soft wind is not a tree White is suddenly all around me I blink One foot at a time - walking One day at a time - existing Give me back my tropical rainforest! Emotion is a life-threatening disease Take a chance? Or take a chance on me? A tree! A graceful siver-birch I stand in awe A rustle. Does she beckon? I near, cautiously The green is hypnotising, and the soft, yet remarkably overpowering scent is somehow soothing I step closer Suddenly I am drawn in For a split-second time freezes and I panic, but the gentle swaying of the birch and I in the breeze comforts me, and her strong branches wrap around me, enveloping me in warmth and comfort You are so strong, I say No, she answers, it is within you to become the tree you want to be I cannot become a birch now - my eyes speak volumes as I plead with her She smile softly and holds me closer I get a heavenly whiff of the scent that is wholly silver-birch and purely her Here I want to stay, forever Never let me go She speaks, I hear We bond Over time and space barriers A dreadful pain within me! A scream I flinch My life! I run to her Where is she? She lies I fall to my knees, gasping in dismay Someone cut my beautiful, green silver-birch down Her life is gone Mine has ended Never has reality been so unreal I blink, pinching myself I feel nothing, yet I cannot wake up Not a dream Everlasting truth Weeks and months pass I walk about in a daze Nothing makes sense Who cares? I don't What is life anyway? Gone so fast In my dazed state of self-pity, I do not notice the fruit-tree until I walk right into her Sorry, I say, and look down quickly I start moving away Something grabs my attention I look up I see a beautiful tree, totally different to my silver-birch, yet unmistakably awesome in her own right Excuse me, I stutter, trying to think of something to say The fruit-tree speaks The birch is the easiest to love, and the hardest to lose I stand back How do you know? I am suddenly sceptical, and afraid What does this fruit-tree know? She looks at me, and for the first time, my eyes aren't the ones speaking volumes I am deeply, deeply touched She says, I miss the birch too No more words were necessary Since when can wood be magnetised? I am drawn like a samll piece of metal to a fine magnet - instantaneously and naturally A new page begins I go to her Suddenly, I am in a vaguely familiar place I shut my eyes quickly I need this, but I cannot believe in it again I know the fruit-tree's branches are extended out to me I open my eyes, and I am no longer there Instead, all around me is fire I run away, run to the edge of the burning mass I look back as I run Too late The truck is upon me I crumple to the floor All around are the sights, sounds and smells of panicking people They rush up at me, yelling this and that I can't hear you, I say Nothing comes out The truck is rolling backwards and forwards Over me, flattening me All the while laughing Suddenly the people around are laughing too I cover my face with my hands I see their faces still No! No! Stop! I say, Go away, please don't hurt me anymore. No, stop! I try and roll out from underneath I am trapped A hand grasps me firmly on the shoulder I panic - leave me alone, please! The hand is firmer I hear my name Here I am Suddenly, I am standing on an open stretch of freshly cultivated, good soil It is beautiful The sun is shining, I hear the gentle trickle of a brook nearby But there are no plants, no trees I feel a wind behind me My fruit-tree stands behind me, her branch still about my shoulder Deep pain registers in her brown eyes I realise Something breaks within me All caution is temporarily thrown to the wind I rush into her cool, gentle, soft embrace She enfolds me within her branches, and her leaves remind me of the green I once knew, a long time ago I feel I've overstepped my boundaries, and try to pull back She holds me closer I surrender I am crying Why am I crying? I look up at my fruit-tree She is crying too I look at myself I stand stripped, bare, there is nothing left but the framework of me My fruit-tree clasps my hands in her branches My love, she says, do not worry, I shall not leave you I am crying again It is so painful, yet I yearn constantly to hear it She gathers me in her branches again, covering and protecting me Together we go on this journey My journey I must fight back, she said I am transported back in time to the beginning Living my life again I show the true me I cannot be afraid that I will be left alone if I do 'Cause then I will never become the tree I want to be A huge smile I look at myself There are leaves sprouting all over me I reach out to my fruit-tree, and it is not a hand that reaches out, but a branch I smile back I stand in amazement, looking about me There is green everywhere Rain is softly falling Somewhere, a thunderstorm is in progress Beautiful birds fly all about me Rays of golden sunshine burst through the upper branches of tall pines Wild animals clamber about me, whilst others run around, playfully, below Suddenly, I think of something I look wildly about me My heart stops pounding Beside is my beautiful fruit-tree She never did leave me But now her face is glowing as she looks at me I look down at myself I stand tall and straight, completely green, with stately branches swaying in the breeze I have become a tall evergreen MY place in MY tropical rainforest! |
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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
RIGHT ON!! Find your place in the forrest!! Lol...i think this is a great work of art and the portrayl is totally differnt than aything i've read before. P.S. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤Save the Rainforrest¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ swamp And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Long but worth the read, you have put alot into this and I thank you for sharing it with us. Glad you found your way and finally your place in the rainforest  tracie~Love is the life of the soul... It is the harmony of the universe |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I enjoyed reading this although I'm not quite sure if I understood the message. As I read this I feel like you are mourning the loss of the rainforest...as the trees are being cut down and burned you place yourself into the perspective of the trees and the animal as you feel the loss and the panic. Finally you recognize that some people are attempting to restore the rainforest??? James |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
This is an epic!! Message was a bit vague. I tend to believe nothing bad can befall you in one of Nature's Wonders - The Rainforest. Thanks for reminding me of her beauty.. Good work At last I have heard the song of enlightenment.... In your heart you can hear it now, if you listen.... It is the song your spirit has been singing since the moment of your birth. All lasting victories are won in the heart.... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
This sound like one of my dreams, I dream in novels, that seem to last to sunrise. and that isn't bad. yes you have put you heart into this. But somehow I don't think it had a thing to do with the rainforest!!! but your life and experiences, it sound like you had a bad attack, and hit by a truck, and had lost a good friend, and found another friend, that showed you the way to ?? a place in the sun with the forest. And if I'm totally off OH well, this is what I got out of it. I don't think it can be to far off. Love the read kid. thanks. Joel I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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