On silent autumn evenings
as day's heat turns chill,
trees stand in silhouette:
outlines revealed 'gainst starry sky;
fractals displayed in uneven array.
How precise & diverse
each tree's expression.
Sweet order a fruit of chaos,
oh how freedom reigns!
Free will's the rule in nature,
in every living thing.
Consciousness dwells in each & all,
from the simplest particle
to the most complex.
Choice is the driving force
to lead us to heights
or precipitous fall:
a fall not from grace,
but simply from
what might have been.
(Copyright 3 May 2006)
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