No tree is the same; they lean and compete for the sun. 
If they could, would they run?   
 
Rooted in the earth   
They stretch out towards the sky; no tree is alike 
 
Their branches weave and collide and intertwine,  
Winding  
Dancing still to a melody that is visible 
and also, sublime.  
Yearning towards the heavens 
Leaning  
Piercing the sky  
 
No tree is alike, in their bark and nature, 
Their status and stature  
in their nature their leaves scatter,  
debris of the trees, flowing with the wind and all the matter  
as time progresses, they shed leaving trunks and branches bare, a signal of winter approaching 
 
Solid, thick transparencies 
Bark not just a static thing  
 
Weight and strength rooted into the ground, not to be overturned by powerful winds  
 
Trees raised  
Trees unafraid 
rigid trunks  
Rooted deep into the ground 
 
Branches extending as composition  
as frame 
Your eyes carry across the page  
A movement of parts  
And wholes 
Of thinness  
For nests  
of crows  
 
No tree is the same 
I wonder what they have heard 
What they keep secret  
What they wish to learn or unlearn  
Or discern 
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Started out drawing individual trees then collective front/elevational views and then a collage of different types and different perspectives. I did scribbles in Arabic and English, attempting to weave the language with the trees. Themes of transparency.