The denim plant drinks light above--
true raiment sewn by God.
It’s made upon the loom of love
and wears a coat of sod.
When zephyrs stir the inseams bend,
three leaves seek out the sky.
It uses lots of nitrogen
and chlorophyll for dye.
Nearby an oak with hardhat on
stands tall and tough as wood.
Still humble denim greets the dawn
as any upstart should.
I love to walk the forest deep
to see the denim plant.
Within its genes green bar codes keep--
I’d love to watch...but can’t.
The denim plant addresses all
who cotton to the ground.
The thread of life accepts the call
where seeds of love are found.