Dark gray branches intertwine,
Set against the lowering clouds.
They mirror the tangle of roots
Hidden in the wet ground.
As below so above.
As I trace one serpentine limb,
It begins to glow then explodes
Into a metallic hue of industrial neon purple.
It blazes brighter than the sky.
I look away, only to see
Suspended above the trees
A single leaf.
It too starts to shine,
But with a deep indigo blue,
Vibrating to a hidden pulse.
Oh, the secret beauty we seldom see.
But, look! Look!
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