Perhaps Same Father Poem by Julia Luber

Such plans were native like a Living tree.
IF all trees grow by water; it is that tree I see.

But now this tree was made of something else.
A culture oh so different, now so Felt.

Somewhere might be reflection-where mirror splits in two.
And one would look like me; and one would look like you.

And of the same strange animals They Ate.
And OF perhaps same father…Also Fate.

So Far from one another they would be.
As time had stopped happily so to Let them see:

Finally through each others' eyes-

A bigger world could ne'er so disguise-
the Make Up of that Underground.

Like I said "Through each others' eyes and
through each others' SOUND! "