I’ve been thinking about trees…You, the trees that keep me company on these walks, with your anthropomorphic features, your textures, your resilience to cling to the side of an eroding cliff and at the same time hold that cliff together, with your roots, the pain that my imagination transfers onto your knife-carved, lightning-torn, chainsawed and otherwise disfigured structures–by man and nature alike–the music you whisper under the caress of a breeze or the bending force of a gale, the fragile world that each of you feeds on, protects and nourishes which includes ours–the delicate balance of oxygen, nitrogen, carbon dioxide and organic matter that makes our air breathable and our soil fertile–and I wonder sometimes as I walk by and hear or see something about you that catches my attention: are you trying to tell me something?