reflected tree

Majestic, standing tall

Trunk, the strong foundation

A bridge between two worlds

Stems branching out and up

Reflected by the soil

Roots branching out and down stems brush the deep blue sky winds may blow but really the sky is dead a deep blue complexion clouds may billow but really sky is an empty jar bellow the leaf litter there is a beating heart the soil is alive a magnitude of creatures held in it’s warm embrace a universe unknown