All of our study and work and struggle Years of focus and toil Just to grow a tiny microbe in the unforgiving soil One tiny block to build a world Now this - how can I take it all in? This forest that stretches beyond horizons Built upon epochs, from microbes to mammals So deeply complex, profoundly beautiful And here I am, part of it. Nay, not part. The bounds of self and system blur One living mass, richly composed. A feeling too primal for words. We live.
