A few dozen trees and the whole world.
True, birds fly into the mist
who knows how they fare. 
Here an earthy scent holds us like a sea 
and suffuses every thought.
Where the oak drills into the earth
generations of creatures have shredded wood
and dewed moss cushions every stone.
This complete world is a velveteen toy.
Oh no, all is not good. One is a poisoner
where another's a friend.
Amongst the swells of earthy scent
accidents of time collide over and over.
A few dozen trees and the whole world.
Dissappearing birds prompt a wondering where they go,
the family nature of all our joys and challenges
confirms us here to stay.