https://tuxedoartsjournal.com/i-discover-that-trees-breathe-by-merridawn-duckler/

the winds hush, boughs lower
leaf laden heavy with fiber,
the mirror of centrosome
drowsed by night
even as owls alert and long-eyed
fill the crook, seed dreams
arise in shadow
our footfall soft, talk quieted.
like children asleep
we are what wakens them