The blackberry vines are in blossom now,
their arched, thorny branches clumped
in the fields and tumbling down the hill.
You can see the baby berries forming
in their centers, summer treats for the birds,
a worthy trade for their songs. And look,
little beetles are fattening themselves
on the leaves beneath the blossoms.
The Yes feeds the leaf-eaters, too.
It denies nothing that contributes
to life’s thriving. Why, the whole planet
was built on its song—beetles, birds,
baby berries and all.