The Wood Wide Web

Under the moss, under the roots, under the fallen leaves A thread finer than any thread the eye believes Fungus laced through soil, plugged into every tree Trading sugar for minerals, a whole economy

Call it the wood wide web, wired tree to tree Call it the wood wide web, older than what we could see A message underground, moving slower than a thought But moving all the same, through the network that they've got

The big old tree in the shade of the forest, standing tall Sends sugar through the fungal wire to a seedling starting small Too dark down there to grow on light alone just yet So the elder feeds the sapling through a root-and-fungus net

Call it the wood wide web, wired tree to tree Call it the wood wide web, older than what we could see A stressed tree sends a warning down the very same line Insects coming, drought arriving, pass it down the vine

It's a whole forest holding hands, more than one tree competing alone Underground, in the dark, where none of it demands Applause or credit, just the oldest kind of care A network built from patience, running on nothing but share

Call it the wood wide web, wired tree to tree Call it the wood wide web, older than what we could see Next time you walk a forest, know the ground has a design The trees you see are just the part above the line