Phosphenes

Every year the branches bloom
a veiny version of paper
Each leaf, a sprout shaped unique:
an origami pleated by the maker.

And in the trees are answers for
the one who chooses to look.
It may not read as easily
as the progression of a book...

but life is like a tree of leaves
and leaves have surface area for a reason
They splay and grow in the light
and come & go from season to season

The veins of leaves are distinct lines
as the leaves resemble sentences.
The hidden answer does not lie between
the senses of one's retinas.