ghost in the tree II

a cyborg of nature, it proudly stands,
with roots as cables, binding the lands.
its bark, a metal armor, strong and true,
a sentinel of life, both old and new

just as data streams in the digital sphere,
nutrients flow through the mycelial frontier.
a language unspoken, yet perfectly understood,
the tree and fungi converse in the woodland

branches reach high, like antennas in the sky,
seeking signals from the birds that fly.
leaves, solar panels, capturing the sun's light,
converting energy, a wondrous sight

cyborgs of steel may boast their gears,
but the tree's rings tell tales of countless years.
each one a memory etched in its core,
a testament to resilience, forevermore

cyborgs and trees, worlds apart in form,
yet in essence, they share a common norm.
both interconnected, bound by design,
revealing nature's secrets, truly divine

so let us marvel at the tree's high-tech grace,
a cyborg of nature, with its own embrace.
in its branches, a story of connections deep,
where technology and life's secrets meet