It could have fallen from any tree. A lack of naming, or perhaps of remembering. But I do remember this pine cone as animals ...

Do artists and scientists see the same thing in the shape of trees? As a scientist who studies branching patterns in living ...

Poems are like trees ... He is old and tall The Oldman tree. His branches reach in to the sky. The Oldman tree has knobbly knees. He towers tall, he towers high. His bark is rougher than a ...

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water’d it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned ...