Green Domed Unity

Through raindrop-streaked windows,

I see treetops reaching toward gray clouds,

The highest trunks yielding healthy green domes.

Scanning downward, some are cicada-stricken:

Brown tips sagging limply.

Further still: bare wood, all the way from branch tips

Down, down, out of view.

Living together –

I imagine sharing memories of better days, perhaps –

Appearing together as lush forest.

Can we learn from such diverse-laden unity?

Solace for homeless birds in July.

Solace for hot creatures below.

Solace for weary eyes through water-soaked panes.