Trees of another planet
Trees in a distant galaxy,
Growing, flowing,
Down at me,
Like a cool and misty waterfall.
Living tubes,
Canals of sap.
Birds and branches,
Creak and flap.
Chemicals change,
Remain intact, or,
Forming molecules,
Interact.
Underneath the atomic tree,
Elements mingle, and think they are me.
Lie on my back, and
Look at the sky. Wonder, should I
Wonder why, when
Brain is chemicals,
Chemicals lie;
Lungs + Thoughts + Air make Sigh.
Electrons move
In a cellular groove
To be filed in my brain
Under Pleasure or Pain
And thus, to stimulate action
(Arising from the forest floor,
Possessing a little and wishing for more
In search of satisfaction).