Wood Route

What road is this? I asked her.
The root through the wood, she said.
All the way through? I asked her.
The only way through, she said.
I scanned the trees overhead.
Surely there's no single root
Shared by the whole wood, I said.

Think these are trees? she asked me.
Competing species, I said.
Think the twigs talk? she asked me.
As much as we do, I said.
Then you go on up ahead,
She laughed, and ask them the way.
I'm going under, she said.