If your scream like a flower 
Crashed as a petal fell
There would be soft dwindling raindrops
Drenching 
thirst quenching
Under a spell. 

If there were to be roots manoeuvred
 And space redefined 
The tramways of your branching 
May have been inclined
To reach for new enclosure 
Beyond the man-made sign 
And spread out there in tunnels
New places, hunt and find. 

But you'd fear not for the howling wind
Or rusty digger
Nor foreign hound
For under the forest of shadowing leaves
Places were always to be found.