My leaves shuffle life and
broad branches shelter shadows,
the forest a domain -
eagles patrol as updrafts
send them soaring
wings trembling in their journey,
eyes glitter for feasting.
The wind acknowledges my
presence, whistles a crescendo,
tunes deliberate
and with meaning.
A small lake is a nest for
mosquitoes, bats in meandering
display - fully
occupied in the chase
ripples among the surface
highlight landing
zones, ducks accommodating.
Branches droop from
owl's arrival, its hooting salutes
the evening in my presence -
I am tree.
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