Crown A Poem by Kay Ryan www.poetryfoundation.org Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to. naturetreesmelancholytouch
tree.fm A Website www.tree.fm Tune Into Forests From Around The World. Escape, Relax & Preserve. Shinrin-yoku soundnaturetreesmusicmicrosites
Who has seen the wind? A Poem by Christina Rossetti www.poetryfoundation.org Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. The Wind Rises windtreesseeing
It is a little world See how many a pretty thing I always from the cube can bring: Chair and sofa, bench and table, Desk to write at when I’m able, All the household furniture, Even baby’s bed I’m sure; Not a few such things I see; Stove and sideboard here can be. Many things, both old and new, My dear cube brings into view; So my cube much pleases me, Because through it so much I see. It is a little world. Ellen Lupton & J. Abbott Miller, The ABC's of ▲■●: The Bauhaus and Design Theory Cubed modularity