Abe V Rotor
Cirrus clouds into feathers fly,
fly out of the blue sky,
away from the foliage curtain,
and next time, come as rain.
People look at you with heads turned up,
to liken you a cephalopod by shape and birth;
your tentacles are watershed to sun and rain,
to cool and quench the thirsty earth;
oh, monster of the sea in Jules Verne's novel,
Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea,
long a mystery and now you are free,
transformed into a big, big tree.
Is it a veil you are wearing,
to mourn for something you've lost?
or a shawl to keep the cold and rain,
or just an outfit of a ghost?
On the campus where you stand,
you are a friend and a host.
Palo sebo - a pole coated with fat,
with a handsome reward on its top
to test the young and most daring
from among the village crop.
The Aurucaria makes each day
Christmas throughout the year,
ever growing tall and green,
celebrating life with cheer.
The pods dehisce the cottony seeds that ride
on wind for dissemination. UP Diliman QC
The cotton tree makes confetti
in the summer sky and air;
bestowing honor each day
to the simple and fair.
Eucalyptus tree clothed with fruticose
lichen, a relationship called commensalism.
Angels Hill, Tagaytay
lichen, a relationship called commensalism.
Angels Hill, Tagaytay
Lichen, lichen all over a tree
who is host, who is free?
answers the passing wind
whistling cool and clean.
A Tower of Babel poses this lofty tree,
until some evil men shout, timber!
whatever reason other than money,
lo, it's mankind who loses at the end.
Taller than any fence,
is life's aim and reference;
so with freedom
from cruel kingdom.
Talisay (Terminalia catappa) about to shed its golden
crown, a deciduous nature of this tree. At Home, QC.
crown, a deciduous nature of this tree. At Home, QC.
There are those who wait for Spring;
there are those who wait for Summer.
there are those who wait for Winter.
there are those who wait for Autumn
with reference to a single tree changing
its crown season after season,
ad infinitum.
The rainbow descends in kaleidoscope
to honor the deserving and fit;
but few realize this mystery -
only those humble in spirit.
When tired and lonely just look up;
wish the dark cloud a silver lining;
better still wish it to fall as rain,
to make the fields and pasture green. ~
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