A Study in Phototrophism

I want to know how 

The sunlight I know exists feels on my skin.

How we will flow into the lifeblood of this Earth together,

Transform, transmutate interchangeably, live

Each other in every fibre from the ground we rise from,

Endlessly, until the day we die.

Instead, we were born, pulling

Blackened limbs from the Earth

Opened fathomless eyes to the liminal sky, ever-trembling

In crown-gold light. We never felt the way

It swam through scintillating leaves,

This divine thing that bejewelled

The canopies, slivering the darkness –

It never reached us. 

So we wait,

Watching the ants trail up from fingertips.

I feel the wind on my face.

I want to be reborn again.