Walking along the new trail by our place, I noticed that over time branches had grown around the fencing. I don't meaning weaving in and through the spaces; I mean around, encompassing, swallowing, consuming. The wire had become part of the tree.
This makes me wonder what I have grown around, allowed to become part of me.
This branch is just starting to form around the wire but given time, this dead rusty fence will become part of the living branch.