In honor of the children Poetree A forest home in green ravine and in the sunset a mountain seen - The trees in root would upward grow towards mountain top and sunset glow. And youngest leaves on fresh branch top, who taste the sky and first rain drop, did notice that the sun was blocked as it set behind the mountain rock. Now these trees loved the sunset''s hues and raged when mountain stole their view for tip top leaves did see the blight of solid stone eclipsing light. And yelled 'You wall you color thief. You block our door and give us grief. Move out the way we''ve sights to see and as it is we just see thee!' So years went on of bicker bad until one spring a vision was had by Lookout Leaf on tallest elm in constant watch at highest helm. 'On Stoney Pass, oh desolate place of mountain top, I see a face, as if young sapling sprouts been born on that bear rock so weather worn. Quick call the birds to take make a search if truly there a tree could perch!' And sure enough the birds did rise to circle mountain top surprise, for verily a tree had sprung, a tree no mountain could block from sun. 'Awake Old forest,' Lookout Leaf said, 'for life has sprung from mountain dead, a tree that shines in sunset red!' 'Be like the birds that will to rise, be like the winds that fill the skies and we will bring mountain''s demise!' So leaf and limb did tremble flutter in hopes to join their highest brother. In one great surge stretch show of strength the trees did double in height and length and yearned down to earth''s deepest core to raise to sky the forest floor. From dark unknown a rumble came and quick as light all levels were the same. And so it was – a new land founded flat and grounded and the sun set all around it.
(photo credit: The Jerusalem Post)