|No matter how much the old beech raised up arms|
against us, we could not help but laugh,
even when it boomed and whistled.
|Little forests sprang up on the elephant's foot...|
|The wish bone of the giants.|
|The dryad drew the parrot into the tree |
where it stayed, dimly visible from the outside.
|Lithe Willendorf Venus. Not stone but tree.|