Tree Haiku

two live oaks
stretch toward each other —
a faux hug


eucalyptus,
silver trunks glow warm
in setting sunlight


one tree field,
its canopy echoes
floating clouds


a faint smell —
the secret message of an
arboreal cabal


in tree time,
the world must unfold in
seasons — not days

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