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The Ceiba Tree

I'm walking in the mountain range of Urayoán Under the massive umbrella-shaped Ceiba tree; The sanctum where the Taíno chief bravely walked. The tree looks bright with a virescent hue of life; Full of strength, an imposing specimen to behold, It witnessed the struggles and strength of Urayoán. Its colossal presence, silent, stoically stands, Its arms stretched-out, locked-in with the other trees; Its enthralling aura woos me to come in. Leaves susurrating secrets as they fall to the ground, Random leaf patterns spread alluring & cueing me; They hummed & feathered as I shuffled through the dense mat. The old noble warrior still fights on with its Massive roots bulging in and out of the dirt In an abstract ultra-slow motion, it grips the ground. Seems like time has stood still, everything looks the same, Time has stopped as a freeze-frame, motionless, suspended; And the Ceiba tree still stands, living, striving and proud.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 9/11/2018 8:26:00 AM
Very descriptive and expressive work. I would like to see a picture of this specimen. Sara
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Date: 9/11/2018 3:21:00 AM
Beautiful imagery, well done, my friend. Sweetly imagined and so aptly penned.
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