So like I was telling everyone (or at least the people who care), I'm reading some poetry from Ezra Pound now, and this one appealed to me the most. So sorry
, but it's poetry again, you don't need to comment.
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets...