White Biocentrism

I live as a leaf and love
dew-green seaweeds beneath, reef-blue mystery above
even after phantom night dams eye creeks,
streaming breezes fan my cheeks
and river whispers sifted from soil and stone,
deaf in daylight but playing a definite tone
by beam or wave circling to say from root to crown:
grow, side-to-side, up or down
melt into self and simultaneously know
where one came from and all must go--
sights and sounds, heights and ground unite seamlessly
to witness the lightning-strike glory of finite forest meeting core infinity.