“I think that one’s art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.” ― Emily Carr
Ancient Baobabs kiss the cerulean sky
from lush canopies I watch the world go by
for my mind has wings to soar like a bird, and
my melancholy heart can hear every word
these graceful magnificent beings speak.
In the evenings their aged hearts weep
yet they continue to have hope and belief
that humanity enlightened, will come to see
honor the teachings of their wise elders and
consider the consequences of every felled tree.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman The Art of Emily Carr
Author’s Note: I am not sure these are Baobab trees but as soon as I saw this painting, they came to mind and I knew I had to write about them.