And it was that tree, the one who had danced with the rock so much they had become of one mind, waiting patiently dancing in ever smaller circles till the lost one of the trio found her way there. That tree that sheltered the rock in summer, that rock that buttressed the tree in a wild storm, almost upending it, exposing roots. That tree with the playful roots who snagged some laughter that made them all chuckle and howl. How many secret shiftings, how many tumbling atoms waltzing in the dark since the big bang to coalesce these arcs, for 3 sisters to align in that moment? 
Tricky Singer 2020