The Eagle Tree

by Ned Hayes

The great trunk rises above the forest canopy, a round cylinder nearly bare until the top, where projecting limbs jut out in stunning perfection at the highest altitude.

Trees do not require you to make certain sounds to be understood. They are simply present and ready for you to climb at any time. Trees are easier.

I do not like this idea that we have begun to kill off—at great velocity and accelerating speed—all of the things that sustain us.