I had trouble following this yesterday. Today, somehow, it's clearer.
The sequence does throw me a bit. The man seems to light the grass before he's sure which tree it's for. And then he swings the ax he was already clutching while he held the burning grass, making me wonder what happened to the grass.
I like "a quick clamour of bees."
I can't make sense of "guise" (L2) here.
Throughout most of the poem, I sense no attitude about what's described, which feels like tacit approval. "Theft" near the end criticizes the pair. Then the poem returns to its neutral, approving-feeling tone. Is that clash what's making feel unsatisfied? I'm not sure.
FWIW.
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