Unfurling toward the blaze of the sun, leaves bask to sustain us. Like open
palms, they gather and harness energy from light, a miracle that is the
foundation for nearly all life on earth. Our prosperity depends on its ability to
thrive and grow, for we breathe its oxygen, eat of its body and take refuge in its
canopy. As Walt Whitman implies in “Leaves of Grass” we, and they are
myriad, extending through rich, black soil across the reach of continents.