when sunlight dances

on the tips

of leaves

and plants for joy

open their lips

to drink it in

and the breeze

makes a violin

of every tree

and even weeds

one by one

cry out for a kiss

of light and carbon dioxide

a sheer spree of green

is that all they mean?

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