All trees grow up the light,
sun shapes their list or slant
sun shapes their cast or cant
and twists them left or right
or turns them back again.
Sun shifts and they pursue
sun shifts and twist turns through
the dance light does and then
light lifts them up the air.
Suns shafts like trellis wire
sun shafts like angel fire
coax, prod, and twist them where
light draws them up its string.
Sun sifts and spreads them wide
sun sifts, they turn aside
to where the brightest brings
the growing tip that yearns.
Sun swirls, they stretch or squat
sun swirls, the tree branch knots
their lust for brightness burns.
In every twist it’s clear
that light went dancing here.
Who can deny the Good
slow shaped this dancing wood?
©WILLIAM JOHN WATKINS