Warm Mineral springs=sacred healing lake, FLorida

"“The following letter was placed in the mail box of a friend of mine here in WMS (Warm Mineral Springs.) I thought you and your group might like to keep informed since you have had an ongoing interest I am told. The same friend told me that the new ownership is going to begin to dump a chemical called “alum” in the Springs. I don’t know what this chemical is, but I am concerned. Here is what the letter says:



Warm Mineral Springs, long known for its healing waters and as underwater burial caves of ancient

Amer-Indian tribes is now the site of a modern tragedy. Unlike western materialists, indigenous peoples recognized the Tree People as relatives, whose job is to connect the earth to sky, and the firmament to heaven. The extended canopy of Melaleuca Eucalyptus trees, formerly located on the west bank of the springs were known for their lovely screening ambiance, and delicate fragrance which frequently traveled upon the wind and over the waters. These trees, who patiently sheltered Warm Mineral Springs for over fifty years, were murdered on August 3rd and 4th, 2009 by the Cypress Lending Group, the current owners of the mineral springs. It is rumored that the Cypress Group is afraid of lawsuits lest a tree fall upon one of their human customers. It is further “reasoned” that Melaleuca trees are not indigenous to Florida and do not belong to the naturescape. Many residents, however, have recognized the contributions of the trees, despite their immigrant status. Ironically, Melaleuka leaves are highly regarded the world over for their healing properties and are the source of Tea Tree oil. The Melaleucas will be deeply missed by all people of heart who hold respect for the beauty of nature. The following poem, “Trees”, written by Jo yce Kilmer, is offered in Memoriam as a gesture of comfort for the Warm Mineral Springs residents who mourn.”



Trees

I think that I shall never see

A poem as lovely as a tree.



A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the sweet earths flowing breast;



A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray.



A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;



Upon whose bosom snow has lain’

Who intimately lives with rain.



Poems were made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree."