His tone was earnest as He leant forward to explain The others are magnified, refined. What they have lost in one they gain with another. Their mother nods Appearing intent but her Eyes are glazed, smile vacant. She has them all but perhaps she wishes she didn’t. Take this tree, he continues They see it bend, see it sway They feel the breeze and perhaps they Sense the oncoming storm but they don’t …. They share a look, they don’t Need to hear to understand For only one answer makes sense He doesn’t see nor hear he will never comprehend.