Reign of Trees

A curious sort
are the woods.
Live trees turned
into high-held hands
welcoming the rain.
Only what can't be caught
nurtures thirsting roots.
Food that is beyond grasp
is all that can feed.
On top, over, under, in,
everywhere is a home
wrought of clay.
Tall in blended hope.
Leaves protect from life
while providing its channel.
O that such prevention
was our own.