Our friend, Tree, has two personalities. First, the breezy, noisy, forward-looking treetop who engages with other beings in the air and all around. Second, the deep roots ensconced in and engaging the underworld from which Tree springs, but never abandons. The treetop can only imagine what the roots are doing, because the roots are buried underground, although every now and again they can be seen surfacing along the ground, so the treetop knows they are there. Definitely there.
The roots are roots. They don’t need to imagine. They know what the entirety of Tree is up to. The roots nourish all of Tree whether the treetop knows it or not.
Actually, I got the order of arrival backwards. First come the roots, then comes the treetop. And much like when the seed sprouts into Tree, none of this much matters when Tree understands Tree.
If Tree ever does.