I've never heard of a tree collecting dust but I suppose anything is possible.
But I've never heard of a mind cracking open the sky, either, although mine did today.
Perhaps this was the imminent disaster as your mind and my mind and our minds cover each other like the folds of a half-born leaf--or unti lthe end hatches a beginning where neither of us exist.
I'd like to say that darkness covers me but it's only the light of a street lamp that enfolkds me made possible by the lamp's engulfment by darkness.
In reality, the only thing that covers me is humidity and the promise of heat when the sun comes up, and ebcause of the combination my own irresistability to blood-sucking insects and the slight discomfort of an itch along the edges of my skin in the morning.