I reach my branches into the ether
of zeroes and ones, a binary cloud
organised and fractal
My twigs twitch and clutch
the information overload
taste the ebb and flow
Trolls don't hide under bridges
but stomp in the open here,
broken sludge in their wake
My buds are repelled
the darkness frosts the edges
turning them inward
Down I go, my roots
reaching for earthiness
away from illiteracy, politics
blasting rhetoric
My toes quest like worms
and push for warmth, goodness
The fires are raging above
minds turned inside out
thoughts splashed everywhere, corrosive
I become a stump
and wait in the dark
for the storm to pass
Written in response to "The Almond Tree" by D H Lawrence at the Cardiff Bay Writing Group
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