"East or west." I asked you once,

intrigued whether if it was sunlight or sunset the most beautiful,

the rise or the fall,

or the beauty of insistent colors even as as the day fell.

yet your answer was an understanding of a question never asked,

To this day I do not know how you knew,

but rose and thorn, xylem and stems,

You always knew,

but never spoke.

For "The Sun." was your whisper.