Stand still and strong in your roots,
There’s a network with you.
We need each other for our very breath.
Our growth is not linear, but with divergent branches.
We nurture the lives of many other entities.
Enjoy the winds as they ever evolve the landscape.
A wormy apple is still sweet.
An acorn is nectar to a squirrel.
Beware falling walnuts.
Absorb the ancient secrets.
This too shall pass.
Photo and poem by Diane Wheeler Dunn