Each place grows its own community; but planetary systems
circulate, and the land lives a Janusian life: rivers seep down,
volcanos blast up and over, wildlife trots, crawls, flies, swims
past boundaries we draw between each other, as our prayers
rise toward a heaven that blots out a universe's brighter light.

Beyond imagination a talking tree is still assumed to grow like
all plants the earth hums through roots and rhizomes that
identifiy as not being but becoming.