there’s something sexy about wind blowing through the leaves of a tree. the tantalizing green wavering against the wispy cloud-speckled azure sky, depth and two other dimensions creating intricate forms through which to see beyond the here and now.
there’s something sexy about the brown spikes of spindly branches creating asymmetrical radials of sexpot forms that differ from every direction and will never be the same again. sexy slenderman swag.
there’s something sexy about that big, brown trunk… all big and all brown and all trunk…y. standing in the ground like it owns the place, permanent in its steadfast dedication to vertical achievement since the time it was able to fit in the palm of a kitten’s paw. a real tree’s tree.
there’s something sexy about the earth. but we’ll never know it because we see fit to fuck it without getting to know it.