fauxcroft

Trees bare of leaves

You and me bare of skin

In imagination

We see what’s within

Se branches on trees

And our bodies arteries

Yet look very closely

And see the energy

The power of the conscious

And the power of the mind

We can create

We can design anything

That we choose to define

And as the wind blows

Through the branches

And the arteries

And the conscious thoughts

That cascade and flow

Imaginatively through our mind

The pineal spark lights up

Soaking up the energy

Like the roots of every tree

We ignite with frequencies

Of pure creativity

Just like a super string theory.