If all you see is green, then you are missing an amazing show:
The bees—honey, bumble and carpenter—in all their fuzzy splendor are sipping nectar and
doing double duty, drunk with manna, powdered with pollen.
We work side by side, the bees and I, diligently,
symbiotic in our quests.
If all you see is green, then you are missing an incredible show:
The buds, unrecognizable in their infancy,
give way to lace, ruffles, curlicues, folds, wide-eyes,
blushing at their beauty, coy with complexity, innocent of their magnificence.
I sneak up on them, silently wishing an extended bloom time,
symbiotic in our existence.
If all you see is green, then you are missing a majestic show:
The leaves—swords, palms, rosettes—lend texture to the landscape,
their branches leaning posts for birds,
silently soaking up sun, tenderly transpiring, bending with the breeze.
I marvel at their role in the life of each plant,
symbiotic in our needs.
If all you see is green, then you need to look more closely:
The garden—leaves, buds, birds, flowers, insects, soil—unified in purpose
with all living creatures is not
just garden greens, stinging busy bees, placeholders for perfect lawns.
Take the time to wonder why the green is green or how it comes to be,
symbiotic and extraordinary like you and me.
Go outside and see! ~TADoebley