Ain’t nature great?? To think we’re just a tiny cog in this mighty machine. Nature is art.
Kew Gardens – Trees
Belem – The Botanical Gardens
We grabbed a taxi and headed straight out of the city heading for the Botanical gardens. It was like a chunk of rainforest on the edge of the city, full of wildlife and fabulous trees and plants. It did not look as if there had been much planting or maintenance – just how I like it. It teemed with wildlife.
Po e tree – A tree
A Tree
A poem for the eye to wonder at;
A sculpture for the hand to touch;
A painting against a barren landscape;
A song upon the breeze.
A home for a multitude;
A refuge from the storm;
A meal for a hungry family;
A shelter from the sun.
A living organism;
A breathing plant;
An aware being;
Part of a community.
A giant who lives;
A treasure that gives;
A triumph of evolution;
So easily destroyed.
A tree is not merely wood.
A wood is not merely trees.
Opher – 6.6.2021
I make no apology for loving trees. I don’t hug them – at least not often – but I do adore them.
I can appreciate them on so many levels.
They are nature’s works of art – so delicate, so beautiful.
They have given us food and shelter.
They have given us our atmosphere.
A tree is not merely wood. It is so much more!
Scotland – Flowers and Trees
Poetry – Disrobe
Disrobe
The trees nod their heads in the warm autumn breeze,
Put on their finest robes of red, orange and yellow
Then shimmy and dance in delight,
Working themselves into a frenzy of thrashing limbs.
Inflamed with lust,
They hurriedly disrobe to scatter their fine clothes all around.
Carried away in the heady intoxication
Of splendour,
Too keen to dare to stop,
They fling their bright costumes asunder, in the wind,
In an orgy of delight –
But never know when to stop.
In passion they discard
More than modesty would find discrete,
And stand denuded
In their skeletons – bereft.
Opher 18.9.2016
Disrobe
I wrote this on the way home from the Roy Harper gig in Edinburgh. It is mid-September and we could just detect the first signs of autumn. A few patches of leaves were showing a hint of yellow.
In a month the green will give way to an array of yellows, orange and red. We talked of visiting The East Coast of the States and Canada to witness the splendour. The winds will blow and then the leaves will fall leaving the intricate skeletal branches to stand against the sky and wait patiently for the warmth to return.
I felt the trees, dressed in their greatest finery would dance in that wind and then disrobe themselves in one last orgy of lust. But in their frenzy they would not only remove their clothes but their flesh too.
Australian Wildlife – koalas, wombats, cassowaries, trees, frogs, parrots, ibis and kangaroos! Photos
Sydney – The waterfront park with its incredible plants, flowers and art.
Poetry – The Trees
The Trees
The trees are preparing
To undress,
To shake their bones
In the wind
And pretend
To be dead.
Opher – 8.10.2020
As autumn comes the trees put on their best, most colourful dresses, for a last gay dance, then they let their colourful gowns drop to the ground.
Naked they stand against the chill wind.
Brittle and defiant. Just skeletons silhouetted against the horizon. Dead to the world.
Wonderful Trees!!
