"A tree that is alone, next to a tree that is alone,
next to another..."

A forest's relationships are innumerably complex
and fiercely individualistic. Each tree each hedge
sprouts its own personality, even while Heidegger
used the concept of art as a certain way of thinking,
capable of opening the very essence of the way that
its roots are conferencing with its neighbors.

Spiky green fronds, dank woody bouquet, gray
overcast sky. The muddy trail winds down to a
forest of tall pine trees, whose branches thrust
out like the myriad arms of a vigilant Vedic god.

A bird too small to name is hopping up the trunk
of a tree, pecking for a morsel to eat. A nameless
bird on a stingy tree.