There's nothing more delicate than a tree Weaves of branches and vascular tissue Waving nutrients down the halls of its elaborate hostel With every needle, one more can be added A soul, a spirit all to its own Acting as a single unit Grasping at what little we can see And only hope to feel They are the giants of our world Ever extending into the vast earth Connected with one another in ample nutrients It's no wonder we like trees Maybe it's human nature To observe nature As if humans are the base of creation And there lies the mystery How so many stories are forgotten More so than human kind could ever muster Yet they are bound to each ring, each root, each branch Stories harvested in wonderful flux of this earth What little we don't know When knowledge is beyond our comprehension.