seedling,

you bring

you feel

an echo

in your self

separating

and there’s an opening

in the twining reach.

Hear

  it is still here.

Here, it is still.

Here

it is in your ear.

Hear it,

it is in your heart.

is anointed, an ointment of Nature

which leaves, its truth

rises, subscribes to the City

embarked on bricks -no tree

sanctions our progress,

though it is to her

we are appointed to.