Forestry Of The Future Poem by Colin Cedar Bell

How will the hearts begin to tremble

And stand in awe the unsuspecting minds

When trees will rise as if from nowhere

And tower to the sky like thunder in the night

And in the dusky twilight fearsome forests

Once more will whisper to the stars and

Earth’s breath will find its hunger sated

With green-haired heads and roots that grow into its heart.

Will man then quietly acknowledge that he’s not master

Only guest in life’s great game and come

To humbly stand before the ancients

And bow his head before the wisdom of a tree.

Will he then feel the sacred epiphany of being

One with nature’s everlasting play

Life moving in its perfect circles to in the end

Bring to rest the endless restlessness of man.

Will he awake the ancient secrets which

He’d forgotten like a chafing dream

And in his soul return to deeper meanings

Than his calculating mind could ever hope to see,

Children will sing with unperturbed pleasure

And lovers seek to seal their lasting bond

Under the enveloping cover of the mystic ones

While elves and sprites in innocence

Refreshingly splash all the wearied minds.

Though we still feel the threads that bind us to it

Scarce do we perceive the full import

The nurt’ring womb from which we’re born;

And though we may deny our base origin

How can we claim that we can live and thrive without

C. C. Bell