If you know me, you will know that I am Wood.
Wood dreams.
Young saplings that buzz with
Summer and spring, of revels in the almond sun
and all of creation in its cornucopia of
feathers, fur, flowers, fronds.
Beauty that comes with the price of fragility.
Wood bends.
Around immovable rocks, towards precious light,
swayed by the currents and vortices of the world.
Indeterminate, yet focused in its direction of growth.
Nobody can predict where
or when -
Things grow in a pattern that most do not comprehend.
Wood is inward.
If hurt, the forest closes itself to the blinding world,
With no reason.
With no exception.
A dark fort of black trees; leaves that blot light, matted branches that scar the sky.
金 / metal - Steel sculpture in Tokyo Midtown Park
汽 / air - View from 5th Station, Mt Fuji
土 / earth - view from 8th station, Mt Fuji
水 / water - Water Temple by Tadao Ando, Awaji Island
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