What are the various uses of trees as listed in the poem Trees? Do you think trees are
important for us? Explain why.
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What are the various uses of trees as listed in the poem Trees?
ans= Trees are used by children to hide while playing hide and seek. Children make tree houses to play. Adults have their tea parties under the shade of the trees. Adults also use them as a scene to paint.
Do you think trees are important for us? Explain why.
ans= Trees are vital. As the biggest plants on the planet, they give us oxygen, store carbon, stabilise the soil and give life to the world's wildlife. They also provide us with the materials for tools and shelter.
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The use of simile is clear as the branches of the trees are seen like newly discharged patients heading for the clinic doors. This portrayal of the trees as people in need of medical help means the poem cannot be taken literally.
The Trees then is an extended metaphor - the trees are indeed people, specifically females, females who are in need of healing or having been healed, are now ready for their true purpose, renewing the empty forest.
The Trees
The trees inside are moving out into the forest,
the forest that was empty all these days
where no bird could sit
no insect hide
no sun bury its feet in shadow
the forest that was empty all these nights
will be full of trees by morning.
All night the roots work
to disengage themselves from the cracks
in the veranda floor.
The leaves strain toward the glass
small twigs stiff with exertion
long-cramped boughs shuffling under the roof
like newly discharged patients
half-dazed, moving
to the clinic doors.
I sit inside, doors open to the veranda
writing long letters
in which I scarcely mention the departure
of the forest from the house.
The night is fresh, the whole moon shines
in a sky still open
the smell of leaves and lichen
still reaches like a voice into the rooms.
My head is full of whispers
which tomorrow will be silent.
Listen. The glass is breaking.
The trees are stumbling forward
into the night. Winds rush to meet them.
The moon is broken like a mirror,
its pieces flash now in the crown
of the tallest oak.