I tilt back my head and gaze into the canopy
lush tropical density shading
my over-delicate skin
from the blazing eye above.
Light peeks through, birds and insects call out,
though I see only specks of color as they flit from branch to branch.
This forest guards and shelters me
and asks nothing in return.
For this, I owe it everything.

The editors at Tweetspeak Poetry have issued a 30-day, 30-poem challenge observing Poetic Earth Month, the convergence of National Poetry Month and Earth Month in April. Today’s challenge, based on the poem “The Poetry of Money 2,” by Marcus Goodyear, was to write a poem about beauty’s price.