Thousands, the tails all in a row,
Ragged, jagged, suckling at the stems
Litters of chlorophyll, water fed,
Magic the light and air into sugars
Belching purity for the motile
Scrubbed with fairy soap in raindrops
Balleting with rhythm’s soft breeze,
A thousand million leaflets
Sing arias, harmony with the sun.
And no one ever notices, no one ever thinks,
Our life is laid in the chamber pot of plants.