Looking out at layered branches, the speaker sees more than a tree. Sunlight bleaches the most exposed leaves white, and they flicker like pebbles tossed against a green wall. That comparison gives the scene a quiet, almost playful energy, but also a sense of solidity. The branches stack into what feels like a road rising into the air. The speaker imagines walking up that leafy path, but the final line shifts the mood: the only obstacle is courage, the willingness to leave the safe room and step out the window. There is longing here, a wish to trust the world outside, mixed with hesitation. The poem feels still and bright, but also a little vertiginous, as if the natural world is offering an escape that the mind can see but the body is not yet ready to take.
Trees — Summary
The branches of the trees lie in layers Above and behind each other. And the sun strikes on the outstanding leaves And turns them white. And they dance like a splatter of pebbles Against a green wall.
The trees make a solid path leading up in the air. It looks as though I could walk upon it If I only had courage to step out of the window.