The bones of maples dance in meditation
to the hum and buzz of the earth turning.
They sway slightly
and
slowly
brushing the bellies of the atmosphere.
Monuments of molecules
tremble and shudder
under
the ominous pressure of gravity.
They harness a secret
swirling in their guts-
that if the song falls silent
the universe will have no choice,
but to parish within the rain.
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