Look up…
Their heights overwhelming senses
Arms reaching towards sun
They don’t see me
Look down…
Their immense roots grasping earth’s toes
Carefully stepping over their feet
They know I’m there…
Wandering through their private lives
This voyeur of coarse bark and flexing stem
Is on the outside looking in…
Tense hush falls in dark shadows
I close my eyes and stand very still
Will they let me in?…
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