That particular tree looks as though it's covered

Covered with gnarly bulks of hands and a face

It's now using that ground

For a far off base place

To stand tall and straight

Or not at all

The surrounding micro ground-circles

Are in the masses grasp

Roots of masses

Masses of roots

Now higher the middle is ahead

Thrusting up then branching out into the sun

The masses deeds are done

Branches of masses

Masses of branches

There the tree will be

Here before you

Here after me