tree dream

as i closed my eyes to sleep i saw tree-lines spiral out before me it was not chaotic but an orderly swirling like a kaleidoscope but a bit cartoonish so like once before but this time sober i said yes, sir! please show me and so it spoke into my mind like you love the trees so much but just look at how many i have built and they are all the same like clusters of a fractal all one a billion times a billion in a vastness supreme and timeless great fields were planted and resown each time the same like a mighty machine on a time scale lower than that of mere mortal's you can see the thing turning mindlessly fresh can I see that they are all the same that it is my love for the forest that is unique what I truly treasure is not the woods but the feeling that they give me enveloped under her great wing where nooks and crannies harbour everything by mist and moss, the valley takes its turn where the birds sing and nest in the slide of mountain it wants me to see that it is just the feeling of the scenery that conjures this up within me to adore but i got sad for the tree for romantically I really wanted to love it it smiled and said how nice of you? now please shift your focus to those things unique teaming in my glorious garden majestic for they badly need tending to some have one palm left some have two leave now your silly infatuation built out of paper for power look down at the sea the ocean my mighty garden blue grey and green invisible to the mortal eyes stretching out over all eternity there are plants here that are mute and animals in gloom sometimes they speak but plants may only bloom now, master, my master the great thing that talks i love you yet i am mute like a plant and dumb like a beast i can not speak your language though you can hear mine as i become one of the trees in sway now in the hands of mortal-time since the beginning of the cycle picked out by those divine for my turn to come to learn to speak like a plant can not to see like a beast may not beyond the sky and through each filament out beyond the last flight into my dear grove dedicated to the one that is

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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