But my favorites are the ones that seem to twist and wrap themselves around other trees for support, and no matter how long you try to trace it back to the root, it seems impossible for them to be connected to the ground. But they are grounded, just like all people, no matter how unattached they seem, we all are connected. These trees or vines, or whatever they are, seem almost as if they are propelling themselves into the sky, destined for things better than the dark forest floor.
Do trees grow first with arrogance, then with reluctance, then with wisdom like us? Some have grow cragged with age like the people I love the most. Straight and strong stand some, while others seem to gradually lean as if the universe decided there was a better place for them to be.