These trees are surging skyward,
flowing with all the grace and strength
of the earth’s greatest rivers,
only more slowly, quietly, steadily.
Eddies and ripples traced by ridges and creases
lie etched upon their weathered bark;
around scars and gnarls
like old stones resting on a riverbed.
The great current flows through
their stretching roots and branches,
like great veins and arteries,
into the sky from the soil
and into the soil from the sky.