When I’m a tree I will stand for a thousand years.

There are so many things I’d like to share with you, so many things, all around us.

I spun from the moon threads of light and wove them to fashion my sight.

The world has changed from yesterday, it got transformed, it moved away, it went astray, it moved adrift along a strident Doppler shift.

Are you there God?
 It’s me, Francis.