I suppose it makes more sense
that your roots are in our lens,
your rings and sinews
mosses and 'shrooms
thin dark branches and bright blooms
some dewy, some
spider web iced
are above for all to see
from where came our seed.
A change very small.
If only you would
come new into the ground
roots burrowing and eating
through places light never found;
then our be and our is
will thrive, pushing
shoving, eat into the sky.
Into heavens. Into stars.
Sway with the wind and rain,
our leaves fall, our seasons change.
Instead of scrolling down.
