Cottonwood

Cottony white bursts of life

painted on a cerulean blue canvas

and opening to the sun.

“I’m here! I’m here!” sings the tree,

reaching ever upward, stretching arms wide

to embrace the day, this moment to shine, to be!

Not to be right nor greater than nor better than

nor louder nor even more glorious,

although it’s in its very beingness that it is all those things.

Shhh... Listen. She sings for us to remember.