trees break the sun on the horizon
with a pseudorhythmic staccato beat
rays shoot through the window
striking the corner of your left eye
light pierces the bare branches
as you drive you are merely 
reading the notes

hard work behind you
stay on track as the course narrows and splits
just a hard safety net below
but above there is only room to grow
you have climbed half way up
now in the arms of the tree
you have a bird's eye view

bright room in the corner of the library
surrounded by knowledge and the darkness of night
through the window you picture
the near infinite reaches of the universe
over five trillion miles in a light year
more than ten billion light years 
stretch out before you
as you look out at the winter stars 
through the trees