The trees in time br have something else to do br besides their treeing. What is it. br I'm a starving to death br man myself, and thirsty, thirsty br by their fountains but I cannot drink br their mud and sunlight to be whole. br I do not understand these presences br that drink for months br in the dirt, eat light, br and then fast dry in the cold. br They stand it out somehow, br and how, the Botanists will tell me. br It is the "something else" that bothers br me, so I often go back to the forests.