Jolly Giants

Children murmur and play along the creek,
concentrations of complexity,
internal infinities, inclusive eternities,
each unique, a specific identity, yet
each embodying the reach of roots,
the trees’ faith in the future, the splaying of ferns
to horizons of epochs and eons,
connected in time, separated in space,
each all that limbs and leaves can offer,
all that fronds can reach,
while mosquitos hum in twisted helixes,
feeding on the blood of ages,
red the sap of the trees’ long distant kin,
fractals of fractals of stars.