Rooted earth deep
The tree inhales
Sucking the ground of its mound,
Drawing this need through substantial trunk
Of soft pith and sap.
Protected by the pitted terrain
Of scabby bark.
The current designs a gnarl
Squirting into leaves.
Flustered to hysterics by the wind,
Dried to parchment by the sun,
The leaves rebel.
The tree exhales,
Shaking them grounded, then ground
Sifted into the mound