The King Tide is here.

Causing trees to become islands remote and removed.
Cut off from the mainland.

Separated from civility; these pockets of trees, these high spots of land, become both wild and regal all at once.

Reclaim their independence from man and relinquish control to butterflies who are all monarchs and birds who squabble amongst themselves to rule the kingdom if only for a few days until the tide recedes.

***King Tide (or Marsh Hen Tide) is an especially high tide that occurs throughout the year***