This year, I learned that trees have mothers, too.--They gather light from branches high above,--Dispatch their sugared sap imbued with love;--Then mycorrhizal networks send it through--To saplings starting up in mother's shade.--Of course, not every tree can have a mom----The orphan tree farm and the potted palm----But those that start their lives within a glade--Take time for deeper roots and denser wood...
