The Priestess inside speaks, and she says, "Enough already."

Trees dig their roots into the ground beneath them. Good for the trees, a little more challenging for the dirt.

Earth, the suit of the material world, shows up here having done (or perhaps overdone) everything it can do. Above her, Wood Mother, having heard the promptings of Ecstacy next door, puts her foot down, gets her pruning shears out and declares that something - something! - has got to go.

You know what it is that has to be cut back. Just do it.