"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. Every tree sprouts its
own personality, even Heidegger used the concept
of art as a certain way of thinking, capable of opening
the very essence of the way its resourceful rhizomes
are encountering arboreal philosophers.

The muddy trail winds down to a gathering of
tall pine trees, whose branches thrust out like
the myriad arms of a vigilant Vedic god—

where a bird, too small to name, is hopping up
pecking for a morsel to eat. What does this tell
us about the nature of reciprocity?