Trees – Trees, short, tall, green, brown, and some do something different,…

Trees, short, tall, green, brown, and some do something different, all may end as dried, black and bare, dead.
Trees, young saplings, mature woods, full-grown old hands.
Trees with nutritious or poisonous bounty, growing standing still, upwards, outwards, bending, curving and splitting, reaching towards the sun, pushed and thumped to look ‘pulling away from the wind’, drinking from the earth.
Trees give-in to the needy perching birds, crawling insects, those climbing mammals, turning blind eyes at squatting life forms.
Trees, identities, experiences, there over a linear time.

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