Step within that ligneous womb;
the Tree’s embrace.
Press spine to sapwood,
cheek to curve of fibrous wall.
Close your eyes.
Within that smooth-edged concavity,
lend your heart,
the rapid patter of that bright muscle’s
so contrary to arboreal thrum
that has pulsed a
too low for human ears to hear,
more at ease.
Emerge renewed with Sylvan tongue,
beneath a sky unfolding