In the heart of a tree, I see the story of a man
Veins and fibres, like bare boughs of bone
A trellised thicket, where the robin sings
A song of seasons, of blood and life
But in meadow and mountain, where can I find
The unique accent of speech, familiar to the ear?
To what sun can I attribute the warmth of a smile?
To which tree is the angel in the latticed eye related?
In the quiet of nature, I search for answers
To understand the connection between man and tree
The intertwined roots, the shared essence
That links us in ways we may not comprehend
So I look upon the tree, with its quaint pretension
And seek to unravel the mysteries it holds
For in its branches and leaves, I see a reflection
Of the beauty and complexity of the human soul. (\"Intwined Roots\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.