Things I Know, But Don't

The tree keeps evolving upward toward the inspiriting sky –

stretching, searching, never ceasing to give up.

It wants to know everything that exists surrounding it, 

while allowing air to pass freely through its modest open windows.

. . . . .

The oaks and the pines, and their brethren of the wood, 

have seen so many suns rise and set, so many seasons come and go, 

and so many generations pass into silence, that we may well wonder what

"the story of the trees" would be to us if they had tongues to tell it, 

or we ears fine enough to understand.  

~ Author Unknown