Looking through the backs of Dogwood flowers I saw the sun passing through.
There was no photosynthesis; no conversion of light into sugars – only beams penetrating petals.
The flower as part of the tree - pretty parts intended to attract insects and propagate the species.
But these pretty parts fade and wither away – blackened and finally gone from the earth like the dung of rats.
But the tree never dies. It lives on, growing a perpendicular root.
Fleeting flowers come and go; that is the way of ages, but the tree is magnificent.
5 comments:
I love it!
Interesting you say that - I just heard a story on MPR about some biologists that have discovered a race of annual (as opposed to perennial) salamanders in Madagasgar. The only way they can survive an unbearably dry season is for them all to die off and for their eggs to weather the drought. They spend more of their lives in the egg than hatched. Survival adaptation is amazing.
Oh, and nice verse.
that is a lovely tree!
arlene,
Gig Harbor florist
Lovely.
Crazy about the salamanders - seems like a huge opportunity to go extinct.
Very nice
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