Roots of Renewal – The Poetry of Science

Between green-shadeand ash-breath,the sky-ribbons twist –each thread unwoundby sparks.Bark-spirits scatter,fingers of soot reachingthrough a smoke-skin veilas root-anchors holdthe soil’s old song.Ash-rivers pool,pressing weightinto lung-roadswhere soft breaths falter –the air, now a sievefor unseen spearsto piercewhat remains.Still, a flame-catch shiftsto smoulder’s…








