A man once asked a tree a question
with no idea if it understood him or not.
His words were taken in, resonating through the bark
as they sunk in over the long slow lifespan of a tree.
And then, miraculously, an answer came forth
carried in the subtle warping of wood and branches
over a span of time that made sense to a slow grower.
One hundred years after the question was asked
and nearly as long after the questioner had died
the answer was complete.
“I F E E L F I N E.”

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