The Unburning Bush Poem by Mark Sauer

It grips the Earth in fractal fist,
One talon clenched beneath the dome,
And lipless sips through finger tips
The seeping springs that soak the loam;
The other hand to Heaven spans
And spreads a net to seine the sun,
Sucking sunbeams for sustenance
Into its columned skeleton.
Yearning tendrils weave earth and sky
Into conjoined theophany;
Exhaling life with endless sigh,
What sacred monster is a tree!