TREES ARE POEMS

TREES ARE POEMS

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.

~ Kahlil Gibran

Sleep is impossible as the sound of trees crashing and limbs snapping haunts me. 2024. The year this historic ice storm leaves our city tattered and eerily silent (except for the sounds of nature crying). The dark of night hiding the damage. White noise and meditative sleep music for the first time failing to lull me. The answer? Do art. This collage grid is an homage to the trees, their beauty, greenery, and enduring strength. Their strong trunks towering; their graceful branching shading. For many, the ice but a trifle; for some a deathblow.  Ice weighing down their canopies. Stay strong. Resist. Exist. 




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