A tree moves,
ripples,
in breezes;
undulates
like a school of sardines.
Aquatic.
Its scales shed in autumn.
A tree moves;
sways
as one;
shivers,
a solitary soldier,
one
among many; a forest; an ocean.
A tree moves;
creaks,
its bones,
ancient,
speak forgotten songs
of reeds
and riverbeds, magnificently sculpted.
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