Half

They say you only see half a tree

United by gleaming amber lifeblood hidden in wrinkled wooden folds,
The very foundation, roots intertwined in the dirt are invisible to the eye
Weaving patterns through earth with imperfectly beautiful coils.

Meeting midway between

Branches that caress the air with tendrils of misted green
Reaching out their mottled fingers to shroud the soil in a ghostly embrace,

Coffee brown gumnuts arching in their freefall.