Lichen growing grove and rising valley of the mountains in might, a splendid fascination made of plants the seas and shrooms of spores the breeze, no deigns to design the patterns forming in the undergrowth, life concurrent distinct conservative with waters essential and surfaces torrential layered with the shattering cascade for nature's own fascination, peculiar vacillations in the winds of time for living it reaches thru the night for the day, for crawling the soil of our earth still reaching into the day for the night, as also loses so and such, thereby to touch the blight on bark thus pallid and stark across this world, assuming that the trees are rooting where they stand in truth that trees climb despite the arm to drop the seed, without the vassal to consign the precarious vines of lettering pages and binding ages, conveyor the type of life purveyor the strife of generation perpetual in motion intellectual, the growth of two as one.