Being a Tree

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Imagine pulling water from the ground.
Importing CO2 the atoms meet,
and catalyzed by energy unbound
from chlorophyll, the recipe’s complete.
The ends are molecules of oxygen
and sugar – that’s how evolution’s smart.
All foods begin this sweet. All beasts and men
require air; we breathe in floral fart.

If plants have sentience, if trees feel blades
and hugs, if potted blooms can sense a song,
then what’s the water taste like? Are there shades
and tones to CO2? When sunlight’s strong
is action more exciting? What’s it worth,
to feed the lungs and stomachs of the earth?

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