[Photo Journal/ A-Z Photo Story] T is for Trees



T is for Tuesday! Time for Frizztext’s A-Z Photo Story Challenge. Letter this week is T and I am sharing gorgeous tree photographs from the West Coast Park here in Singapore. I feel blessed that I am living in a country surrounded by greens and I have an entire year of summer to enjoy and savour. Of course, the humidity can be too much on occasion, but we learn to live with what we have and appreciate whatever beauty we can glean from it.

I have always been fascinated by trees. I often claim that I must be a dryad in a parallel universe. There is just something about the trees’ majesty, their immovable rootedness that seem so decisive, yet its branches reach out to the heavens and touch the skies. The greens comfort me. They remind me of things yet to come.

Trees at West Coast Park, Singapore


Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them–
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.” 
― Sylvia PlathCollected Poems


“Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered in sap and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors where it is harder to get a splinter.” 
― Lemony SnicketThe Penultimate Peril


“To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.” 
― Thomas HardyUnder the Greenwood Tree


“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.”

― Kahlil Gibran


So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” ― Hermann Hesse


“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

― Lewis CarrollAlice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

Myra is a Teacher Educator and a registered clinical psychologist based in Al Ain, United Arab Emirates. Prior to moving to the Middle East, she lived for eleven years in Singapore serving as a teacher educator. She has edited five books on rediscovering children’s literature in Asia (with a focus on the Philippines, Malaysia, India, China, Japan) as part of the proceedings for the Asian Festival of Children’s Content where she served as the Chair of the Programme Committee for the Asian Children’s Writers and Illustrators Conference from 2011 until 2019. While she is an academic by day, she is a closet poet and a book hunter at heart. When she is not reading or writing about books or planning her next reads, she is hoping desperately to smash that shuttlecock to smithereens because Badminton Is Life (still looking for badminton courts here at UAE - suggestions are most welcome).

4 comments on “[Photo Journal/ A-Z Photo Story] T is for Trees

  1. you amused me with “T for Tuesday”!
    My first T was:


  2. marvellous trees .. we saw some beauties at the botanic gardens there too 🙂


  3. Cool trees! I like the Lemony Snicket quote!


  4. Pingback: [Monday Reading] Award-Winning Picture Books from the Philippines: Tight Times and Naku, Nakuu, Nakuuu! |

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