You have seen the end of physics when you
Have seen the foliage of a great summer
Tree breathing within the wind itself.
Leaves, in that breath, are leaves. Fractal networks
Of green veins. Their life cycle is their own
To continue beyond their quiet fall.
All together when they talk of the air
Throwing equations like rainbows, their mass
Pops out, so to speak, of it's spacial shell.
Have I seen the strings beyond the quantum
Or a mere trick of the eye? But tell me,
Scientist, what is there if not the eye?