Tree Stories



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.

 

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