You adjust the brass eye through chernobyl mist
Geiger clicks count seconds on your wrist
Quercus robur stands where reactors kissed
Roots drink isotopes that cannot be dismissed
Brass telescope scans the bridge at dawn
Geiger chorus hums a steady song
You chant Latin to the moss withdrawn
Life persists where science says it's gone
Betula pendula peels its paper bark
Strontium ninety leaves its ghostly mark
You measure half life in the growing dark
Patience writes its notes in carbon arc
Pinus sylvestris holds its needles tight
Dosimeter clicks through the dying light
You record the growth in your field book white
Nature drafts its genome overnight
Brass telescope scans the bridge at dawn
Geiger chorus hums a steady song
You chant Latin to the moss withdrawn
Life persists where science says it's gone
Soil reads the history no book explains
Mycorrhizal threads ignore the chains
You watch the ferns uncurl despite the rains
Taxus baccata drinks what remains
Brass telescope lowers as the data's stored
Sorbus aucuparia bears its fruit reward
You pack your notes the bridge no longer ignored
Zone blooms in ways that cannot be explored
Brass telescope scans the bridge at dawn
Geiger chorus hums a steady song
You chant Latin to the moss withdrawn
Life persists where science says it's gone
Geiger clicks fade as you walk away
Latin names bloom in the grey