On The Wings of A Butterfly

by Christine McClimans

 

Your friendship is special
Like the flowers that bloom,
Or when a butterfly emerges
From within its cocoon...

You remind me of that butterfly,
Loving and free,
Bright and colorful,
For the world to see...

We will share sunshine and rainbows;
Sometimes, the rain and the snow;
We'll stand together through it,
While the cold winds blow...

When the time is right,
We won't stop to ask "Why?"
Our friendship will take flight
On the wings of a butterfly ... 

Everybody looks better in the dark!

By Stefan{at}MyTree.CH 15.04.2011 - Dedicated to One Republic!

One Republic, one Country, One Nation
This needs a lot of negotiation
A Dream, a Plan a Goal
A candle as birght as a shining soul

Imagine there is a war
and nobody would show up
Neither from near nor from far
It's not a fairy tale - so shut up

A guitar , a piano, a cello
5 boys singing with one voice
a brother a friend a good fellow
On planet, One Earth, One human race!

Piano

Piano

by Lynn Smiley

 

My soul is the piano, his words are the keys.
Together we compose, the best of symphonies.

How my soul replays his words of the day.
Like a composer writing a play.

I hear the music, as he strikes a key.
an orchestra, is what I see.

Two soul that share a common ground.
a friendship they have found.

What is a piano, without the player.
It's like a soul, without a desire.

It sits alone in the dark,
waiting for someone to light a spark.

A hope or a desire,
waiting for someone to inspire.

To play a song of the heart,
a song of two souls that will never depart. 

 

 

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Letter to my son!

It's a poem actually...

©12.05.07 03:37:44 - 04:27:04 by Stefan{at}MyTree.ch

Hello! How are you my son?

I know you are still unborn

Hey, I thought I found your mom

but she preferred to stay alone

My son, be patient please

'cause the lady-miss

who gave me the last kiss

has got too many hobbies!

My son, I am sorry you have to wait

'cause not every woman is a housemaid

there are to many who just wanna be laid

and try to avoid almost any debate!

Well, my dear unborn son

there is now something called emancipation

which makes it a real frustration

to find a soul-matching creation

Hey, I don't even know your name

but I know there is no gain

without pain

for some women LOVE is a game

Tell me, my son, what shall I do

to find the best mother for you?

I have absolutely no clue!

Do you know what to do? Don't you?

Where are all the smart ones?

Is there maybe any chance

that I can stop to bounce

and find someone to dance?

Hey, my son maybe we are lucky

and your mother is reading my poetry

she'd only have to write back to me

and of course fall in Love with me

You know, my son your mother is smart

that's why she knows that LOVE IS ART

To all those who are not more than a fart

we are going to give the red card!

Empty vision-less women – HOT AIR

where is the mummy - able to take care

of you and you sister and brother

with who I shall share

my entire LIFE

who could be a loving wife

who is not putting any knife

into my heart and strive

for a relationship in harmony

who will make even rainy days sunny

I'm sorry, my son, I didn't find my honey-bunny

and it might sound quite funny

but I will stop now to hunt

because I don't want a cant

I hope you can understand

that I don't want a woman to rent!

One who is able to give- that's the key

My son could you maybe tell me

if it can ever be reality

to be happy

with a woman on the long term?

A woman who'd kiss KERMIT

the frog and earn

a PRINCE to commit

Well, that's all bull-shit!

It's impossible to find the best fit

I stop to search and sit

until LOVE will hit

me from a pro-active woman

who is searching a man

where I can be who I am

and who might even choose your name!

 

The HUBLOT-POEM

Dear Mr. Biver,

The HUBLOT-Logo reminded me
of a picture with a growing tree!
It says more than thousand words
and sounds like singing hummingbirds!

If one picture counts a thousand times...
what about a documentary with subtitle lines?
Ideas can grow like trees in your head!
Does money make you happy or sad?

Words and pictures will change our earth!
But what's the benefit in money's worth?
Well, it could be that you still don't understand
But this world needs YOUR helping hand!

Unfortunately the Bank "Sarasin" denied to sponsor our Documentary called "The way of a BAO T-Shirt". But maybe somebody else would like to support our project? 

 Happy Birthday, Switcher & newTree!
   
You know,
there is this special moment.
When a whale is blowing his fountain into the air or when a TREEhugger is hugging a Tree for the first time. This very moment is quite short and at the same time so unique that it stays in your memory for ever. There will be the moment when you know that you did the right thing.
Best Wishes & keep it green!
Stefan
www.MyTree.TV

http://traceoflove.wordpress.com/

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http://apps.asterisq.com/mentionmap/#user-mytreetv

 

A bird on a Tree! 

Feel free to follow me!

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Interface

Für @BarbaraJosef
INPUT: Treehuger, Prof. Nachtigall, Forensik, Stempel und Cloud Computing.
17.03.2011by Stefan{at}MyTree.CH


Wenn Professor Nachtigall in die Nacht hinaus zwitschert
Das Bächlein neben einem TREEhugger hindurch-plätschert
und nur der Stempel auf Deinem Handgelenk Dich an Deine letze Nacht erinnert
tja, dann weisst Du, dass sich etwas in Deinem Gehirn wirklich echt verschlimmert

Wenn Du mal wieder Deine Festplatte mit Alkohol frisch formatierst.
und dann sogar ein nigel nagel neues Betriebssystem installierst,
Wenn dein Hangover mit Kopfwehkapseln bahendelt wird,
ja, dann weisst Du, dass schon wieder eine Deiner Synapsen stirbt

Oh weh, oh weh, oh weh,
schon wieder heisst es format C!
Du fühlst Dich kurz wie eine Glücksfee
und am Tag danach trinkst Du Kamillentee

Ob Biologie, Physik oder Forensik
you might feel pretty sick
without any recovery procedure
The data is really lost forever

Was mit dem Computer funktionieren kann
funktioniert leider nicht bei Frau und Mann
Für's Cloud Computing fehlt das Interface!
But hey, we are human and not mice in a maze!

Cerebra Electronica - Controlling the Ars Electronica Center's interactive facade with Brain Computer Interface. from onurson on Vimeo.

Robotic toy arm controlled through brain-computer interface from Dieter Devlaminck on Vimeo.

I like MyTree.TV

Owl hole!

Owl hole!

By Stefan{at}MyTree.CH 31.12.2010

Inspired by the editor{at}ecolutionist.com

Input: Garden, conscious, Action, Owl, Benevolence

At dusk, owls habitually swarm out

At dusk, owls tend to screem out loud

There is no dusk-to-dawn curfew

There is no "I don't care - Fuck YOU!"

un-conscious of one's own importance

seeking distraught for acts of benevolence

hiding behind your little garden fence

missign the eath's last surviving chance

What is needed in deed is:

a little less talking a little more action

much more midnight-walking and straigh talking

Hug a tree or kiss - and find your eternal bliss!

http://ecolutionist.com/

*******

Only after the last tree has been cut down

Only after the last river has been poisoned

Only after the last fish has been caught

Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten

 

(indian proverb mohawk)