POETIC APPROACHTime perches on a tree until it is but a birdA tree dwells in time as long as it is aliveTime is sunk in wood while it is but a memoryMemory is in the wood as long as there is meaningMeaning is there until someone burns itThe body is there until the suffering ceasesFrom mote to dust, motes are only motes to each otherTrees that are cut down and burnt grow backFrom tree to sawdust, from sawdust to board, from board to rubbish, from rubbish to lack ofeverything...Seeds are only in the museum, everything‘s burnt