Comment on The Tree as Beautiful Machine by techgnotic
I've always enjoyed trees, as a child for various things such as climbing or tying a rope from branch to branch to prove to the boys in the neighborhood that a girl could play Tarzan better than a boy could 
or at least, just as good as. I've always ha certain kind of respect for them. As mentioned in the article, they give us oxygen - they are a huge contributing factor for proving oxygen for everything that breaths air. I am fascinated by the example they set for humans - take your pick and relate a metaphor that works for you. The idea that tree's are responsible for so many things is how I relate them to humans. They provide shelter for the birds and squirrel's and safer grounds for sloths or even a person running away from a dog they just teased and is now getting chased! (It happened to a friend of mine when we were kids 
! I can laugh now but then it was frightening and because he deserved the chase and I knew he had, I was worried about the dog and what would happen to the dog so I shouted to my friends to get to the neighbors tree; had the dog caught him... it would have ended badly. You could say, the tree saved two lives that day. My friends from the dog and the dogs from animal control declaring it unsafe and unfit, clearly to dangerous and violent to live any longer. The same tree also had the best apples for apple pie 
!!! Talk about a multi-tasking form of life?
I've written numerous poems about trees, or where they closely revolve around trees or the pine needles or the leaves... I've had many dreams about a few different trees, but they are always consistent in my dreams same trees, same setting and atmosphere, but in an entirely different place. I see trees as having many secrets and an equal amount of stories to tell? I often stare at trees for hours not realizing how long I've been there, trying to get a feel for something to write. It usually comes to me in a dream after a day or more of walking around staring at certain trees (that I get a strange to everyone I've mentioned it to, response) I feel more connected to or that seem to have pull on me that I can't help but gravitate towards them. They simply have an intrigue to them that one day, I hope to pen as perfectly as a non-verbose form of life can tell me about them self.
Dae
or at least, just as good as. I've always ha certain kind of respect for them. As mentioned in the article, they give us oxygen - they are a huge contributing factor for proving oxygen for everything that breaths air. I am fascinated by the example they set for humans - take your pick and relate a metaphor that works for you. The idea that tree's are responsible for so many things is how I relate them to humans. They provide shelter for the birds and squirrel's and safer grounds for sloths or even a person running away from a dog they just teased and is now getting chased! (It happened to a friend of mine when we were kids ! I can laugh now but then it was frightening and because he deserved the chase and I knew he had, I was worried about the dog and what would happen to the dog so I shouted to my friends to get to the neighbors tree; had the dog caught him... it would have ended badly. You could say, the tree saved two lives that day. My friends from the dog and the dogs from animal control declaring it unsafe and unfit, clearly to dangerous and violent to live any longer. The same tree also had the best apples for apple pie !!! Talk about a multi-tasking form of life? I've written numerous poems about trees, or where they closely revolve around trees or the pine needles or the leaves... I've had many dreams about a few different trees, but they are always consistent in my dreams same trees, same setting and atmosphere, but in an entirely different place. I see trees as having many secrets and an equal amount of stories to tell? I often stare at trees for hours not realizing how long I've been there, trying to get a feel for something to write. It usually comes to me in a dream after a day or more of walking around staring at certain trees (that I get a strange to everyone I've mentioned it to, response) I feel more connected to or that seem to have pull on me that I can't help but gravitate towards them. They simply have an intrigue to them that one day, I hope to pen as perfectly as a non-verbose form of life can tell me about them self.
Dae