Tree

Veined marbling trunk,
Unctuous, possessing no symmetry and yet the most fantastic balance.

Not from outside made,
Whole, but outwards bursts from what always was.

Shiver to remember,
Anticipating what stretched mechanical future awaits.

Instead of growing up,
healthy and strong, bark splinters in gurning waves of brown.
Balance is restored at the furthest tip of that green leaf; a seed within a seed.