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“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.

©2021 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.

8 Comments on “Baobabs

  1. There is something especially humane about a baobab tree. I would not be surprised to learn they have unique spirits.

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  2. Such a beautiful poem. I believe the trees weep, too………I love your “cerulean sky”. Magnificent tree beings………a lovely read, Linda.

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  3. I believe Baobobs are some of the oldest trees on the planet, how hurtful it would seem to watch all of your friends felled. It would cause one to weep. If only we could see the wisdom of the trees.

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