is responding to the light.
Spontaneity is the only design.
Branches grow to catch the rays
appearing to have traveled since
another branch grew in the way.
It’s all about the love of leaves.
Holy photosynthesis,
have mercy on my eyes which long
to look upon the artlessness
of indigenous creation in
this current draft of shade and
sky.
There’s nothing us trees don’t
know.
This is how awareness moves
unattached to lines of thought.
It’s why we go to the woods.
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