The glass tree has shattered
The inside is growing out
Leaf-shards lay in ruins
Vines produce crystal grape clusters
That fracture at a touch

The door to nature is open
Creation careens off cultivation
A glass sun seeds an unknown ground

Cut-glass is green
The roof glazing azure
The open light opens all the more

I would step inside
But the tree is still shedding
And splinters of light
Might infect me with eternity