Montana Trees

Trees, so extraordinary, fascinating at every angle,
Curves like the crooked cracks of a busy main street road.
Branches so wild, streaming from the sky if it were fireworks on the 4th of July.
Such beautiful creations, but always passed by like hidden clues, unnoticed, unseen.
It's dead dark fallen leaves cry out to come back from the decomposition from the earth,
To be miraculous neon colors like once before.
These trees on day will die, but only to leave seeds of birth behind.
Sprouting in growth of that of a hungry teenage child,
Stuck to the ground, sturdy and unstoppable.
Trees have so many features unknown to the human eye.
Being looked through microscopes, not wanting to hide.