Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Odes to the Trees.

Dr Abe V Rotor 
Living with Nature - School on Blog 
Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid with Ms Melly C Tenorio, 
738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday
Lagro QC

Whoever felled this old balete tree,
drove the deities away; 
and the spirit of the tree shall not rest,
no prayer can repay.

Mt Makiling, Laguna 

You bear the hardest wood -
ebony in deep shiny black;
your foes no less my kind
feeling and love we lack.
Tierra Pura, Tandang Sora, QC

Sunrise, sunset, the ground is alive,
lilting children under your care 
that make up for your loneliness 
in a world with so little to share. 
Masinloc, Zambales

You were once doomed by the wind,
but benevolence saved you;
by your fruits and resting limbs,
sanctuary and playground, too.  
Mt Makiling, UPLB Laguna 

Black and white makes you bold and real
of your strangler's reputation,
climbing on your host tree to the sky,
a piece of mystery of creation.
Burgos, La Union 

Tree house I see built on your limbs
has stolen your view on the scene, 
the breeze in your leaves hushed away,  
a living monument unseen. 
Cebu City

Embroidered leaves by the bagworm,
turning to crimson and fall;
mutual indeed is host and tenant,
nature and creatures all. 
Kaohsiung, Taiwan 

Re-encarnation - this elephant tree had been
once roaming around in band;
threatened, endangered and gone, 
what would it become the next time around? 

UST Manila 

Shadow of death I see across the lawn,
save the sun all mourning;
haunting the playground empty and quiet,
save a dead tree walking. 
Ateneo de Manila University QC

to the conscious passerby,
in the morning holy, 
in the evening scary, 
a veil to laugh or to cry.  
St Paul University QC

Young devil tree, but you aren't;
your eyes but holes to your heart;
your arm raised to praise, to call
a friend, such is nature's art.
Tagbilaran, Bohol

Saplings race to meet the sun,
lanky to posts they shall become;
sans branches but bole and round
soon fall to the ax one by one.   
Agoo, La Union 

Over laden, if all these fruits,
a burst of a lifetime -
young to die like a mother 
cut in her prime.  
UST Manila 

Living cradle to while away the time,
to catch up with many a lost sleep;
watch out, a nap gone over the clime,
 where time and opportunity slip. 

Pendants you wear in the night, 
blinking with the chilly air,
bring tidings beyond your shade,
to far places poor and fair. 

When in bloom golden, only for a day or two;
confetti follows where the bees have gone, 
in every flower is born a new life, the embryo,
seed to a tree in another place and time.   ~

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