A Tree With No Border

A tree; it's branches angled and bent wicked and stained and breathing. A bark gone gothic in paper slips. It's holes lament through teething. With knots swelled out and black as earth. A crevice on center with cracks. A hole been lined with a wet tree sap and the woodpeckers entrance to axe. The trunk wrapped 'round made firm to fit. like straw bound tight in bale. Engraved with dashes and with grooves. All covered with pollen and pale. The spaded leaves in green grass tone rich in green stained fluids. Rippled and cool with jagged edges. Mysterious and puzzling as druids. A canopy large as a dome in the air. With jagged directions in every order. Vast as the sky when viewed from below and the love of a tree with no border.