I think of the trees

Sometimes I think of the trees in the forest 

 each rooted in its own spot there to live it’s life

in winter awaiting the flow of the sap

 to unfold an array of leaves 

none of which is in the shade 

 always reaching higher

and the flowers nuts and seeds 

the sprouts carpeting the forest floor

and in the fall leaves 

rustling 

underfoot making new soil 

branches overhead

brattling in the breeze 

fractal patterns against the sky 

I sometimes think of the trees. 

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