To see a tree, touch it’s bark,
amazed at how it grew
from a tiny seed, life’s spark,
I wonder, if it knew,
how majestic, how alive
It would finally be.
Lungs of the World,
we stare in awe,
breathing in life,
precious gift to
Humanity.
Penn©️2025
I can only apologise, … Hope you enjoyed the poem, … But you can miss out the last minute or so of chat… I was filling in, … And not very well, …✨
‘Tis the snow that haunts me from that day,
to see many footprints on their way
“Where do they lead” ‘twas my thought
before I knew it I was caught
trailing them here ‘n there,
through the trees without care,
needing to see where they led
oh dear reader,
I should have fled.
On I went totally blind
to any thought but what I’d find.
’Til finally there they stood, huge carvings
in living wood. Tree trunk bare, branches locked,
I wandered round, totally shocked. Such effigies never
seen before, they thrilled my mind ‘n much more.
Unknowing a figure lurking near,
all clad in black, cloaked by fear,
ensorcelled me where I stood…
A frozen figure, ‘twould do no good
to warn you, for naught could be done,
as we who stand here are gone.
‘Tis so lonely inside this place,
staring out of my carved
wooden face…
Penn©️2025
Dark, …I know, …this just appeared in my mind,….💫
Why do you weep,
dear Willow?
your form is ever serene,
flowing branches, languidly elegant,
a sheer waterfall, cascading green.
So graceful, bowing over water,
reflected features doubly sublime.
Please, cease to weep, dear Willow,
your haunting beauty,
stirs this heart of mine.
Penn©️2025
I love seeing Weeping Willows, … The elegant way the branches fall, … Or seem to fall, … To me, when the wind plays through the leaves, It adds an extra dimension.
Symbolism: In many cultures, the Weeping Willow symbolizes mourning and loss, often associated with funerals and memorials. However, it also represents resilience and adaptability, making it a dual symbol of grief and strength
Hazy mist clung to the branches of the Tree,
forming globes of moisture to drip down on me.
Sheltering from life, hiding from sorrow,
the tree seemed to know my fear of tomorrow.
Sharing its heart song, its sense of soul,
as dewy moisture dropped on me, I felt whole.
Penn©️2025
I love trees, In fact, as a child in our high walled garden, there was a tree in the corner, I can’t remember which type of tree, but it was large and I used to use its trunk to climb onto the top of the wall. I talked to that tree, shared secrets with that tree, and it never let me down. Well, it wouldn’t, It couldn’t, … But to me, it was aware of my words. 💫
I am a long lived tree
and I know it
I have grace of my own
and I show it
I have limbs that stretch
out wide and free
I share my shade.
Do you notice me?
I am a long lived tree
and I know it
I have beauty of my own
and I show it
I have blossoms that fill
my limbs so free
I ask once again
Do you notice me?
I am a tree, please look at me,
I am grace and beauty, do you see?….
Penn✍️…2025
Trees play a crucial role in cleaning the air by removing pollutants like particulate matter (PM10) and gases like carbon dioxide (CO2)
The size and species of a tree influence its air-purifying capacity, with larger, more mature trees generally being more effective. Certain tree species, like evergreens, can also be particularly good at capturing pollutants
Air pollution can irritate airways, leading to increased coughing, wheezing, breathlessness, and chest tightness. Specifically, exposure to pollutants like ozone and particulate matter (PM) can exacerbate asthma symptoms
Majestic tree at the crossroads, uncaring, life passing him by, In his time so many changes he has no wish to ask why. Progress completely surrounds him, hard tarmac fences him in. At the crossroads of his life, he waits, he dreams, within.
Penn✍️…2025
My name is not important ,
the Ancient Stranger said to me,
“Please sit for a time, under this spreading tree,”
So I sat down near beside her and wondered for a while,
about the sparkle in her eye and the brilliance of her smile.
Her large round face was kindly, so no fear did I feel,
but as her words enfolded me, my mind began to reel,
with all the information that from her mouth did pour,
including my life ‘til now, and my heart, it did soar.
I wondered at her knowing,
what was important to me,
and pondered why she told her tale under the spreading tree,
Was I near Death? Was I being warned to mend my wicked ways?
She made me feel quite guilty, at how I spent my empty days.
‘You have a choice’’ She told me, at the ending of her tale
‘But you must tread a new path, and you must not think to fail,’
AT this She rose from her seat
and from her belt did take
a set of keys, so ancient, and offered ‘Take them now, for pity’s sake.’
With all that She had told me, spinning quickly through my mind,
I grasped at what I understood, and found it hard to find
any words of Sympathy for Her own life’s journeys end,
As I was her chosen replacement, Custodian of Gaia, Worlds friend.
She clasped me to her bosom,
then sighed as She let go,
“You are my daughter, walk your path, your wisdom it will grow,
Use the keys wisely, helping lost souls on their way,
Keep the World forever safe, don’t make me regret my choice this day.”
With that She turned about her, and slowly walked away,
and it suddenly came to me, I was on my own from this day,
MY Choice, MY task, any mistake and surely I would fail?
but then, that’s another story,
as this is the ending of my tale.
Penn…2015
PENPUSHER 4 - Thoughts, Words, Deeds, … 
