"The force that through the green fuse drives the flower"
Why? Ever since I was introduced to the biochemistry of photosynthesis at University (and similarly with oxidative phosphorylation), there was always something mysterious to me, about the mismatch between light and chemical energy. The catabolism of glucose seemed much more straight forward than a process in which photons are captured and used to orchestrate the excitation of electrons associated with chlorophyll. So Dylan Thomas's use of language: "force", "green", "fuse", "drives" and ultimately "flower", seem to capture many aspects of this fascinating challenge for Science: explaining how sunlight energy in the form of photons, "feed" the green plants and produces the flowers that delight us and seduce winged insects. Oh and not forgetting the "fixing" of atmospheric carbon dioxide with the associated release of oxygen. All of which make life on earth possible for you and me!

This energy drop is harnessed by a process we call chemiosmosis, to transport protons through the membrane, to the lumen, to provide the energy (in the form of what is called a proton-motive force) to generate ATP. I sometimes liken these processes to hydro-electric power, which I think captures the essence of the energy level drop. I hope you have now worked out that the structure of PSI and II must be perfectly in tune with the steps in electron transfer: both geometrically and dynamically: at the heart of this phenomenon are pigment molecules including chlorophyll, together with proteins that cooperate with the collection of pigments in order to capture the photons and direct them to excite pigment electrons, as a first step towards the production of NADPH. (Recall the role of NADH and FADH in oxidative phosphorylation). I strongly recommend you click on Dr. Mike Jones's web site to learn more about the origins of photosystems.
Let me now turn briefly to the Physics and Chemistry associated with the Biology of Photosynthesis. It is over 100 years ago that Max Planck produced his now famous equation, relating the energy of a process to the velocity (v) and wavelength ( λ )of light. :
The sun gives not directly
The coal, the diamond crown;
Not in a special basket
Are these from Heaven let down.
The sun gives not directly
The plough, man's iron friend;
Not by a path or stairway
Do tools from Heaven descend.
Yet sunshine fashions all things
That cut or burn or fly;
And corn that seems upon the earth
Is made in the hot sky.
The gravel of the roadbed,
The metal of the gun,
The engine of the airship
Trace somehow from the sun.
And so your soul, my lady—
(Mere sunshine, nothing more)—
Prepares me the contraptions
I work with or adore.
Within me cornfields rustle,
Niagaras roar their way,
Vast thunderstorms and rainbows
Are in my thought to-day.
Ten thousand anvils sound there
By forges flaming white,
And many books I read there,
And many books I write;
And freedom's bells are ringing,
And bird-choirs chant and fly—
The whole world works in me to-day
And all the shining sky,
Because of one small lady
Whose smile is my chief sun.
She gives not any gift to me
Yet all gifts, giving one. . . .
The coal, the diamond crown;
Not in a special basket
Are these from Heaven let down.
The sun gives not directly
The plough, man's iron friend;
Not by a path or stairway
Do tools from Heaven descend.
Yet sunshine fashions all things
That cut or burn or fly;
And corn that seems upon the earth
Is made in the hot sky.
The gravel of the roadbed,
The metal of the gun,
The engine of the airship
Trace somehow from the sun.
And so your soul, my lady—
(Mere sunshine, nothing more)—
Prepares me the contraptions
I work with or adore.
Within me cornfields rustle,
Niagaras roar their way,
Vast thunderstorms and rainbows
Are in my thought to-day.
Ten thousand anvils sound there
By forges flaming white,
And many books I read there,
And many books I write;
And freedom's bells are ringing,
And bird-choirs chant and fly—
The whole world works in me to-day
And all the shining sky,
Because of one small lady
Whose smile is my chief sun.
She gives not any gift to me
Yet all gifts, giving one. . . .