What suggestions of imperturbability and being, as against the human trait of mere seeming. Then the qualities, almost emotional, palpably artistic, heroic, of a tree; so innocent and harmless, yet so savage. It is, yet says nothing.
Come on, read a little Walt Whitman. It'll make you more cultured. And he writes prose almost exactly like he writes poetry. If you look hard enough you might find some descriptions of New York and Boston in 1887 when this was published, as well as some discourses the Civil War, a few men dying, and a lot of talking about nature.
PS: Pages 313-320. Don't ask questions, just go see.