If you put your ear against the
tree
You will hear the cells
Shape the earth to place the
heaven
In the yin yang
of irrevocable chloroplast
and mitochondria
Whisper the tribulation of eras
Each with its share of struggles
First with spores then cones and naked seeds
Stretch your hypogeal arms
In everyday triumph of everyday life
Cradle the universe in tightening knit
In all the nook and corner of your
being
