By Elias Cauchy
The tree outside the window
How she twists and climbs
Reaching ever upward
To pierce the sky itself
And the hummingbird’s nest
That waits ever so patiently
In the understory of her foliage
Where the swaying branches
Make a song so serene
Like paradise
The roots beneath the soil
How they burrow and tangle
Creeping ever downward
An aimless reach for growth
In the company of worms
Who whisper songs and secrets
In the choking grasp of soil
Where they dream of salvation
From the cold and the dark
Like parasites
Voices 