Begin
High amongst the canopy.
Show me the sturdy,
the spirited the stately.
Without drama,
strength is portrayed.
Without voice,
wisdom is understood.
Gaze into the forest
and be awed by its magnitude,
breadth, and propensity.
If a ruthless storm shall arise,
ever so slightly it may sway,
but not so much as one may expect.
The outcome, akin to a distant squall.
And then silence.
Now, look lower
At the commotion below the sunlit canopy, which has been habituating, for generations.
Look to the ground upon which it began to live.
Green moss, sallow limbs, and cottonwood bark, of season’s past.
There are signs of drought, and fire, and flood.
Yet flora and fauna continue to return to the sanctified land.
Each time creating healthier, enriched biomes.
The joy of creation; the fear of establishment.
Just once
Look deeper; below the ground.
No one sees the foundation of all that is seen.
Silent stability during the most wicked storms.
Always constructing, never relinquishing.
Building
Building
Building
Infrastructures so intertwined, the origins are impossible to determine.
The thickest timber may be reedy, the thinnest perhaps impenetrable.
No two have equal measure. Every root has a purpose.
Without roots there would be naught.
