Sunlight in the Trees

I really dig sunlight coming through the trees.  It has a feeling of warmth, even when it's not hot out, and at times I swear I can actually feel the photosynthesis happening as I stand beneath a tree that is easily 5 times my age.  I can almost hear the trees breathing as the golden sunlight finds its way through the changing position of the leaves, and I am reminded that as they breathe out, I breathe in.  As I breathe out, they breathe in.  The cyclical nature of our interaction with the universe is something that we should stand and behold, something to consider as we navigate about the planet.  These are, after all, the circles the divine has painted on our universe, our planet, our lovely country.  Our lives.  God is so close to us, such an integral part of this physical world, that when God breaths out, we breathe in.  When we breathe out, God breathes in.  Anything short of this interaction the the void, the abyss, some manner of black hole that only a true Trekkie can appreciate.  The spiral fingerprint of the divine twists and forms the galaxy, the swirling of stars and planets, the swirling of the leaves as they fall the mother.  The swirling, twisting twirl that we experience as we walk through life, meet the people we meet, vibe on the things we dig.  And I really dig sunlight coming through the trees...