A tree won’t brag about its ample leaves
as though it could produce them on its own
without the gift of sunlight it receives,
without which it would be inert as stone.
Yet sometimes ego trips make us believe
that we can bear the fruits we do alone,
but we find out these ego trips deceive,
and, lightless, we’d be lifeless, like a bone.
In truth, the trees and sun collaborate,
and trees don’t feel they should get all the credit,
and Love provides for all that we create,
the music, art, the books we write and edit.
Trees can’t make leaves alone. They may have tried,
but light gives life, and nothing grows from pride.
Mario A. Pita