it starts with a mumbling in the roots,
then it begins to smell verdant.
it slides up thin cords inside the trunk
and outside, rising through grooves in the bark into the branches;
the flawless placement of leaves,
spraying rainbows into the sunlight.
most of the time this is wasted on us.
the tree performs this miracle
while we proceed in numbness throughout our day.
but when we experience it to perfection,
a distant rhythmic combining of cells,
it is what keeps us alive and well.
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