Arborcheologist
It takes something unique to bring about the question of events. A tree bent twice so that it resembles a stair step or a branch poking straight out of the ground inspire one to look up and around. What happened here?
Once I had answered the first query, I took in the other trees and their respective stories. In a place of such peace, it’s hard to see the conflicts, but a host of competition exists. Striving for the sunlight, vines crawl up, choking and leeching from their ladder. Falling neighbors might take half the bark, branches, and limbs, forcing growth in new directions. An undying vying for the sky causes them to interact. There is much ado, occurring so slowly we think nothing of it.
To be filled with light, the means to their end. A chlorophyll fight, are they foe or friend?