He Sails at The Top

He sets up His mast upon His raft. He sailed the tops and groves of the trees in granting There He goes through the forest, soaring His craft He provides energy to the wild as the swift wind passes. The freshness of the timbers climbing, When they flourish where they're standing The aroma of wood is the best for understanding That should have it to vend banded we invoke. We notice vines developing, surrounding the trees, Sustaining one another breathing in this sphere of unity We concede that we're learning from them by will A loving connection between these trees and plants The woodlands breathe with peace and with sense. A tree's liveliness needs sustaining credence. For its essence, it rightly deserves to be pleading As if they were holding hands, the trees and vines It shows us they have the capability of a love within residing. The trees and different characters thereof, An advanced tier of life to replenish our air above An intelligent, complex organism of vitality We discover more about this reality-based formality.