The tree has a goal
unlike our goals of
get here or get there.
It has a point a
yet not a point b,
apparently.
Instead, it just grows up
and up,
limited always by gravity,
struggling always against
gravity,
ending up exactly
as it is supposed to be—
not by defining some spot
it must reach,
which may end up being
too high or
not high enough,
anyway,
but by ceaselessly following
its own inner imperative
to be and do
what it
already is.
It becomes a tree
by treeing.