The way to the lake and Sleeping Giant

Have you ever seen the way
How trees push up the ground
To make the dirt look growing

On nature walks on foot cut hills
Marked by watchful pastel squares
They angle off the earth beside as hairs
or plumage off some rocky flank, suspiciously

Have you ever seen when green and trees struggle very easily
Up through in laid asphalt and concrete slabbing scabs

Where the road goes on to gone
And the only thing on either side
is green like spider webs or rippled pebble gestures