Allen Qing Yuan-III

Nature Netting

 

 

the slender and straight trunks

seal our vision of the sky

like screen bars on a faulty monitor

 

unsure and hesitant

the green growth is the only beauty

blossoming in our domain

 

its bytes exponentially growing upwards and outwards

some shadowed, some shining

a canopy of yin and yang

a contrast so vivid on a scale of 0-100

 

the sunlight is a pure purge

for the virus skitters away like a shameful puppy

 

catching us in the interface, where we try

to stand up to the sun-kissed clouds in the cyberspace

to match the horizon to our eye level