Even
the most modest tree  
is more beautiful
than the grandest
man-made structure

for no one can determine
how its limbs twist and turn
how its leaves hum and sing
a beauty same as our own
a certain destiny,
unfettered pathways

Each tree is marvelous, as
a palace of uncertainty
with every passageway
winding up to Sky
not a calculated trajectory  
but a path as wave --
a song, or a flowing stream

as if from earth to heaven
by choosing from infinite possibilities
it gives rise to beauty and form
& creates the reality of its own