Morning at the UST Botanical Garden

Morning at the UST Botanical Garden

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colours are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.” —Elizabeth Lawrence

Dr Abe V Rotor

An On-the-Spot Painting at the University of Santo Tomas Botanical garden 

by the author, with the tallest tree Alstonia scholaris, locally known as dita. 

It is misty, it is foggy, here at the garden,

     or it must be smog in the city air;

and the early rays pierce through like spears,

     yet this is the best place for a lair.

But the artist must be provoked, challenged;

     for peace can't make a masterpiece;

only a troubled soul do rise where others fall,

     where ease and good life often miss.

This lair is where the action is, the battlefield,

     where pure and polluted air meet,

where a garden in a concrete jungle reigns,

     where nature's trail ends in a street.

Art, where is art, when the message is unclear,

     colors, colors, what color is blind faith?

what color is rage, what color is change?

     colors be humble - black is your fate. ~