We have just returned from the Makgadikgadi Pans having had another wonderful adventure on horseback. However, it was our first time to see the, once mighty, fallen Chapman's Baobab. It was with an immense, overwhelming, feeling of sadness that the following poem was beautifully written.
The Upturned Tree
By Lily Ashley
Staring at the roots of an upturned tree
The biggest of its kind, a part of history, this tree of life cut with knife of death through breath so dry and bitter
While my kingdom drowns in rain
Here is pain, in the form of drought so dry it fries
The eye to cry a sigh of why?
Why this life taken centuries old?
Why this life shaken, fallen cold?
Standing in was cloud, no longer? Proud branches lie
Put me in sky
Put me in place of bird
Nesting in costumed ground
Far from London’s consumer pound
This silent giant, quiet friend, lying down,
And she begins to let me see
Bubble of bark broken free
To bed its head
As the sun sets large and red.
This is what resonates
The earth’s organic rounded plates, the circles softly growing worlds, the mother within each one is curled.
But she is strong and never wants to do us wrong
And yet we let her go through pain
Push her to prevent the rain
Blame her name
What a shame
Natural Mother, Mother Earth thank you for your tears
Mother Nature, Earth Mother thank you for your years
Horse in hand, none to plan, my mind was there for you.
I hummed a tune, up rose the moon, your sky went pink and blue
And here I saw, I need no more, than this that I forgot
For the sun to shine when its cold and rain for when its hot!