Man - A Macrocosm Of Nature's Intelligence Poem by john tiong chunghoo

this hair
on its own
is no life

this stone
solitary
on the floor
is no life

the air on
the wind
is no life

let it steal
into the man
and the plant

a whole world
starts to churn

and soil with
the stone too
start becoming life

into the plant
into the man

the sun on
its own is no life

take him out
everything
stops to glow

the tree, man and
sun, stone....

this hair
on its own
is dead

throw in the man
throw in the plant
and the air
and the sun
and the stone

everything
starts
to grow

nature seeps,
breathes
through each
and everything

jigsaw puzzle

the man himself
a macrocosm
of its intelligence