The Senescent Tree

Senescence in trees is a natural process of aging where the tree's physiological functions gradually decline over time. As trees age, their growth rate slows, they may produce fewer leaves, flowers, or fruits, and their branches and leaves may start to shed more frequently. This process allows trees to conserve energy and resources, ultimately leading to their eventual death. Interestingly, humans share about 50% of their DNA with trees, highlighting the deep biological connections we have with the natural world.

The word "senescence" comes from the Latin word "senescere," which means "to grow old" or "to become aged."

Above is a beautiful old tree with her elbows on the ground, situated in Welton Dale, East Yorkshire, where I spent my childhood. The film Home Ground features this tree and areas of compelling beauty that I loved to frequent as a child.

Home Ground from Gaynor Perry on Vimeo.

The Bird is on the Wing

'Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring

Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:

The Bird of Time has but a little way

To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.'

Omar Khayyam

Antidote

Here’s my latest musical offering, this time graced with the wondrous presence of Noko 440. The accompanying film features the magically talented aerial performer Evelyne Allard.

Antidote from Gaynor Perry on Vimeo.

written, performed & produced by © ℗ Gaynor Perry

Noko 440:  wires, whistles & widescreen wonder-dust

Noko 440

A little sanctuary

A little sanctuary

A gentle touch, feeling warmth

Could it be an antidote, an oasis

Evoking pleasure, carry us away

I’m feeling nothing, I’m weightless like pollen

Try and push me over, resistance like iron

You build me up, thirsty, hungry

Nothing can touch this melody inside me

A little sanctuary

A little sanctuary

Gentle words, feeling warmth

Could it be an antidote, an oasis

Diffusing pressure, melt away

I could forgive you, I could forgive myself

Or tear a hole through the ether

We’re not immune, our shadows entwine

We’ll find the sun, breathless, breathless

Could it be an antidote, an oasis

We’re not immune, our shadows entwine

We’ll find the sun, breathless, breathless

This is the 3rd track on my album A Child's Rumour.