This morning I sat beneath a pecan tree, seventy-five or so feet it reached into forever
I watched, I observed the sunlight dancing on its leaves, like a gold necklace or platinum band, her leaves were also made for the limelight
I partook in it too; photosynthesis through a ninety-degree angled morning sun; isn’t it something how powerful sunshine is?
I asked how it happens, that in the silence of her posture she cleans the air I breathe
Silence, and stretching
Seasons come on in this way, cause and effect
Her roots are reaching deeper, begging the Earth to have her forever
Though just in case, she lays her eggs, her seeds into the ground