Children play and slap mosquitos along
the creek. Concentrations of complexity
internal infinities inclusive eternities
each unique a specific entity
yet each embodying the reach of roots
the trees’ faith in the future the splaying
of ferns to horizons of epochs and eons
connected in time     separated in space
each all that limbs and leaves can offer,
all that fronds can teach
while mosquitos hum in twisted helices
feeding on the blood of ages
red the sap of the trees’ long-distant kin.
Fractals of fractals of stars.