The Lesson

Beloved, mes chers, born of my flesh,
my little dears.
Just listen a moment to the wind in
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspmy bones,
see my white mycelia in the moonlight,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspthe tucked up embryo in the belly
of the thorn tree.

Safe for now.
Heed our symbiosis.
Remember, all is not always as it seems.