here, they shall gather among its bows and hither in the spring or summer sun, bright are the voices they carry deep in the
earth, its roots doth run long has it been, how long shall it be vast does its reach extendseason after season been his
feet no longer travel, his mind now steps his bounds the forest now his flesh, his bones to the earth in dust nothing, nothing
but time to keep him restless slowly, slowly aware of his suffering