There are roses
A sniff of that —
Turns the trees into sharp thorns.
Sit still.
Secured. Guard.

Then there is a Tree
Meticulously crafted,
Big footing from the deepest deep —
A deep-bone skeleton.

Sharpest sharp cuts: linear.
Deepest deep, yet curves —
Smoothest golden spirals.

The solid full-stop dot
in Ma spaces
Springs sweetest absolutely high —
the complete panache showcase
over enduring time.

A sniff of it stirs the water
that knows no bound
no sea, no ocean, no river,
flows forever.
Bumps onto paradise up high
that stretches its roots ceases never.
Deep down rocks the pearls
melts the clouds,
raining soft on the glass
that too breaks
but into pieces of a star.
Breaks out open wide yet no angle
deep down never fracture  
every line on every lane ever
curves inward upon its digital bedrock
non-linear vibrating numbers.

Day in day out no end in the end
a topological folding opens and rewraps
There is a tree over the head and on the ground
- Keep an open eye!