Can you imagine?

For example, what the trees do 
not only in lightning storms 
or the watery dark of a summer’s night 
or under the white nets of winter 
but now, and now, and now – whenever 
we’re not looking.  Surely you can’t imagine 
they don’t dance, from the root up, wishing 
to travel a little, not cramped so much as wanting 
a better view, or more sun, or just as avidly 
more shade – surely you can’t imagine they just 
stand there loving every 
minute of it, the birds or the emptiness, the dark rings 
of the years slowly and without a sound 
thickening, and nothing different unless the wind, 
and then only in its own mood, comes 
to visit, surely you can’t imagine 
patience, and happiness, like that.

-- Mary Oliver

for Mono Monday, hosted by JoanneinOz, a tree. Better in "large", with a black background.