Entangled mesh, you dirt-dark roots
‘going under’; unseen, cool earth
Rising up, you praise-filled ascension
Boughs outstretched; mirrored mesh
Sun soaked self
Sunk deep from night
We trees are thoughts
We leaves our passions
We forests; worlding
Budding moments
Whirling wind
On spinning orbs
Exploding out
We fertile voids