Tree Stories

• Posted by: Bryn Montgomery
• Created: February 2, 2015
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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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