Not always green,
or not only green,
unfurling from the core,
despiralating,
as if their coils of DNA had been compressed, then let go.
A few of Earth’s three trillion trees, under white clouds,
mostly voting green
— more trees here than stars in the galaxy
as recently reckoned —
while the green then gray berries
fatten into blue
and we and a thousand wild birds wait together
poised to strike.