Real Still

To a tree I am invisible,
Yet I still exist
A very real threat, its only foe
Except for the lightning although being
Quite sporadic, sailing towards veda on a
Most hospitable planet
To a tree I make no sounds,
Yet I still exist
Radiating pressure
Stressful to be around I’m sure
My vibrations are so heavy, so high in amplitude
A homie who slows it down from too fast to zero and is
A hometown hero because of
Superior dinero attempting to be as
Still as a mountain lake
Hidden desperately within a great forest grossly
Inhabited with grape colored apes and
To a tree I am delicious, they love to breathe in
My carbon waste which I spew without remorse of course
To a tree I can be nutritious, if I bring my vibration to a
Standstill and give it the love I feel. And if I bring water to the feeding grounds below
It, or trim a nasty enemy keeping friends in the dark.
I smell, in the mind of a plant, very much like a human.
To a tree, I am very real.
But what do I look like, in the tree’s mind?
Or, for that matter, in the eyes of the blind?
Those who have never seen themselves or I
Glistening back at them from the depths of the ponds reflection oh they
Must live in peace and harmony,
Knowing that all can be rearranged
Lego building blocks, clear as the Colorado mountain
Air,
Every geometric shape and size
Even those not envisioned nor had
Appeared in front of my two eyes
And behind what lies
Is truly one two and three
The backwards pointing pyramid of Focal points
Or more precisely and proudly presenting
The brains laser light show to you ladies and gentlemen
Light is laser, laser is light
Right is left, left is right
For most who live and die
Focus stops where the microscope starts, back to the Screen then back to the dark where their Focus stops and the telescope starts.
And yet still I exist
Attempting to be in absolute stillness.