I read in a book how in Japan, at cherry blossom time, people write little poems, roll them up, and hang them with long ribbons from cherry blossom branches, to honor the trees.
I can imagine all these pink and white blossomed trees everywhere, with sensitive people writing thoughtfully and emotionally, rolling up a little scroll, and tying it with a ribbon, probably red, to a tree branch.
What a kind gesture to the earth.
And then the poem energy fills the air, like prayer flags do in Tibet, and is taken far and wide, as it sways in the wind on the blossom branch.
How truly lovely.
Such an act of kindness and appreciation.
Maybe you would like to write, even a single word, on a piece of paper, roll it up, and tie it with a ribbon to a tree branch.
You will know. The tree will know. And in some very real sense the earth will know, too.