Seashell---Someone brought me a seashell... singing inside is a sea from a map. My heart fills up with water and little tiny fish, silvery, shadowy...

Trees !

Were you once arrows
fallen from blue?
What terrible warriors
cast you down ? 
The stars ?

Your music springs from the soul of birds,
from the eyes of God,
from perfect passion.
Trees !
Will your tough roots know
my heart in the soil >?