The Moon Wrote The Sun About The Superiority Of Trees

The Moon Wrote The Sun About The Superiority Of Trees

(Even this small tree of green with its bean-like leaves
fathers an eclipse of morning glory)

Dear golden globe glowing:
Is your existence just like a charted
one-hit-wonder pop record;
all that brightness hidden
behind a small tree?
See now how I change. See how I bring the
seasons to the small trees.
Are you not just my hanging levered pawn?
I am the cream.
Surely you know that the
mighty trees find their existence through me.

Love,
The Only Moon