He seeks the cipher in the xylem’s flow,The verdant logic of the creeping vine;Observing how the photosynthesis, slow,Converts the dross to something near divine.The chlorophylline nectar, thick and sweet,Becomes his ink upon the vellum bark;He maps the roots beneath his heavy feet,To find the pulse that flickers in the dark.Each leaf a fractal, every thorn a spear,Protecting secrets of the fertile floor;The architect begins to shed his fear,And opens wide the forest’s ancient door.In every bud, a miniature star,Reminds him of the heavens, near yet far.
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