With fingers gnarly, textured, furry 

Sturdier than human hand or foot 

He looks upon his day with eyes 

That take in the gaps in trees 

And vast expanses of treeless land 

Resting above the chatter of a village

Uncharacteristic in his natural history

Anachronistic in his dipterocarp-lacking world

Yet resilient in quiet anticipation 

For when seeds planted today 

Will eventually reach for the skies