And so she rises,
green and bright,
seeking the promise of light. She is
naked, porous and ethereal
–a tiny autotrophic star.
And so she rises.
Higher and higher
up through the willing soil,
bursting from earth’s shell
into a wild and windswept world of
air and sun and white clouds
that sail across cerulean skies.
And still she rises.
Her tiny leaves form,
her upright stem stretches,
her fractaled branches multiply
in an ecstasy of expansion.
Ravenous for radiance,
she gulps in greedy delight.
Photons filter into foliage
and as light is synthesized,
her life truly begins.
Her birth was written by the cosmos.
Her journey is informed by galactic decree.
And as she lives, the planets in the heavens will hail her.
So greet her with reverence
and honour her rising. For her seeds
will form and inform this world
as she guides us into the future.