Do the roots reveal everything to the branches, or do they keep what is painful to themselves?

Things have their roots and branches. Affairs have their beginnings and their ends.

I have made him fair by the multitude of his branches: so that all the trees of Eden, that were in the garden of God, envied him.

I see my trees repair their boughs

Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief.

We are destined to be roots, trunks, branches, and wings. When flying is out of reach, we are two hands of dirt closer to infinity.