Chapter 2 inspired, uh sorry it's late I fell asleep

creaking and swaying
groaning on the fulcrum between worlds
nourished and nourishing , leaves unfurled
reaching out and weaving into the cosmos 

to touch the skin of history:
reading laugh lines and scars
gifts written into bark 
recorded and grown over
expanding to fill the spaces
between war, feast and famine 
fed by what is, will, and has been