but instead uproots and breathes.
Roots, unearthed roots, with its many hands paint!
Paint, radiant paint, moves across the ground
like scattered snakes,
in every direction,
like sudden streams...
...Runs like a river, runs!
Many stop and deeply gaze at this tree
in a straight line,
one in front of the other;
as if unearthed by time,
they didn't care about time...
This tree leans in as to speak;
its branches wildly pierce through the one,
then gently through the next,
and suddenly through the last.
Its branches reach upward
out the back of the one on the end,
taking with it each heart...
...Unearthed roots wildly pull through the first,
then the second and through the last.
Hollow bodies fall like glass...
Shiny hearts glisten like fruit on each branch
This tree ascends beyond the skies for a while,
but its branches always extend,
bend back and breathe into the dirt,
taking with it all it unearths.
Those who see it weep because of happiness...