The icy tentacles spread over the pond surface
grasping at every molecule of water
and hardening its resolve.
The blood vessels reach every corner
nurturing eager cells and taking toxins away.
The tree branches capture sunlight
for their leaf children
while roots reach to seek sustenance
from a docile soil.
The mission is to grow—
that is the compulsive message
which pushes bifurcation
on an obsessive journey.
The pattern grows to infinity
with mathematical precision
bound by formulae to obey rules.