The eyes of the tree are looking at me and for hundreds of years much they have seen...We agree. The rustling leaves have stories to tell of people and creatures that have moved away. The birds that have nested, the squirrels that have raced all left behind their spirits and footsteps. My eyes stare back at the majestic being wondering just how it came to be. From seedling to sapling to a mature tree, its roots carved a path to connect with me at a time when nature was all I could see, for the human experience became ill at ease; moments of uncertainty and times of grief. The branches and leaves reaching towards the sun inspire and strengthen from powers above. Invisible network made of molecules, particles colliding in constant unison. Roots grabbing and crawling inside the bowels of the globe a subterranean web connecting all shrubs. Eyes beneath the dirt and eyes high above these stationary creatures with hidden eyeballs have insects as agents of information marching back and forth towards a station, where data is collected by mere vibration. As I stare in hypnosis at this magnificent being these things were told to me telepathically...I think.