I’m glad I know the ground’s a botanist
and not just something that we stand on.
Grow, it says, and there’s a sapling,
then a tree globed out with peaches. Every autumn
it says, Come here, let’s get those leaves off, baby.
Kind of like science, only much more sexy.
When April comes around, it seeds the air,
and farmers copy it, use pollinators—
bees, of course, and maybe hummingbirds,
highly specialized falcons, though I’m not sure;
I’m not an ornithologist. But bees
definitely. Wild symbiosis.
What a world! Each peach tree a genius.
And smarter than science, since it’s science we can eat.