Fizz pop
From dawn til dusk
A dead tree spawns
Voluptuous
Twisting like
An acrobat
The spider hangs
Between the caps
Fungi spreading underground
No eyes to gaze but still they see
The Morse Code of mycelium
Sending signals to the trees
As notes connect us to our books
And books connect us to our code
Ideas feed from the forest floor
The dead and living flow
Information shifting
Circling
Sifting
Beautiful
Angsty Poems 