Our pool has long since gone natural, somewhat in the manner of my teeth; frogs live in it, dragonflies hatch from it, and a tree poked a branch through its wire-net ceiling.

Nearby, trees poked out of its silver surface, casting distorted reflections that never stayed quite still or quite in focus.

He pointed down, toward where an ancient Y-shaped tree poked clear of the surrounds.

Weeds and small trees poked their way through the slowly dissolving layer of bleached shells.

Some trees and telephone poles poked above the water's rim.

The bog was a dull, flat shimmer of dampness stretched across masses of grass and weeds, and trees poked out of it like the limbs of drowned giants.

Weeds climb the walls, and trees poke out of windows.

Occasional stands of live but stunted trees poked into the poisonous haze that was the air of Krantin.

You can see where some trees and even bushes poke out of the water.

No more trees poked their heads above the tuq'mor canopy.