Dipped deep in the bosomed well

    of mother earths moistened sap,

   capillary consuming roots siphon
  
  seasons inklings secreted behind

    the bark of branches, producing
  
   leaves for a book of permanently

    open pages on the tree of words,

   which is pleading to a deciduous,

   deafened, blinded audience, who

  are permitting the pruning of Gaza.