Trees, they call me, they speak

Trees, they call me, they speak to me

I have great sensitivities full of compassion to the past, present and future

Slavery, deforestation, cruelty of humans towards humans and other beings, cutting trees

Both enrage me and break my heart

I feel so sad… tears… heartbreak…

When in presence of trees being cut or reminiscing cut trees

What’s their story of suffering?

Ancient stones and sites - ancient ruins and temples

They have great power and carry memories of lost civilisations

But ancient trees give life and carry life and memories of all living beings

They breath and talk with their leaves in the wind and energy pulsing in their trunks, branches and roots

They are magnificent and full of love and tales of life, joy, wisdom and fear, suffering, pain

They lived through a lot, like humans but so much more

And like all beings they can feel, they risk extinction.

And yet they can love and experience life fully.

I love communicating with them with a touch of my palms, of my forehead and with my third eye, and my whole body contact

And through all my emotions, through messages the wind carries in their leaves.

I love trees deeply and I cannot live without them.

Breath. Tear. Gentle smile. A vision of New Earth on this Earth.

(Written on 6 March, 2025 on Malta)