Among the twisted limbs and gnarled root,
In the deep, enveloping darkness, the owls do hoot.
Among the insects, the land of the small,
Their plains of existence, so vast and incomprehensibly tall.
On the ocean bed, crustaceans scuttle with industry,
So far from the mesosphere, remaining untouched since antiquity.
In the troposphere, where weather takes precedent,
Decreasing oxygen suffocates, with the cumulus resident.
To the stars; great entities with the greatest energies,
Where the mysteries of existence reside as tantalizing memories.
Plunge into the Quantum, the tiny and the chaotic,
The dance of the sub-atom, tormentingly hypnotic.