Fingers running over silken leaves,
fertilizing inky seedlings,
nourishing them into vast trees
that bear glimpses
of future forests.
Hungry creatures,
ever wanting,
come to bathe amongst
these typeset giants,
absorbing rich worlds and ideas.
Terrariums of thought
and promise
dwell deep within,
rising up
when no words are left.
Bringing calm to the unpredictable,
chaotic, and often
unbearable web,
easing minds
as they wander barren plains.