I'm walking in the mountain range of Urayoán
Under the massive umbrella-shaped Ceiba tree;
The sanctum where the Taíno chief bravely walked.
The tree looks bright with a virescent hue of life;
Full of strength, an imposing specimen to behold,
It witnessed the struggles and strength of Urayoán.
Its colossal presence, silently, stoically stands,
Its arms stretched-out, locked-in with the other trees;
Its enthralling aura woos me to come in.
Leaves susurrating secrets as they fall to the ground,
Random leaf patterns spread alluring & cueing me;
They hummed & feathered as I shuffled through the dense mat.
The old noble warrior still fights on with its
Massive roots bulging in and out of the dirt
In an abstract ultra-slow motion, it grips the ground.
Seems like time has stood still, everything looks the same,
Time has stopped as a freeze-frame, motionless, suspended;
And the Ceiba tree still stands, living, striving and proud.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As you already know, I love nature. The poem is about the Ceiba tree which is prominent in Puerto Rico. The Urayoán mountain range is named after the Taino chief Urayoán. This mountain range starts in the western town of Sabana Grande and its called the Urayoán mountain range. They're the spinal cord of Puerto Rico. We call it La Cordillera Central. The poem seeks to highlight the strength of this tree and its role in Taino lore. Enjoy!
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Comments2
Coming from the UK this is a tree with which I am not familiar and it makes me want to find out more - the mark of a great write. Thoroughly enjoyed the read.
Thank you Michael for reading my poem. I recommend you find out more about this amazing tree, especially its spiritual significance to the Mayan natives. Thanks again!
Super write, if those trees could talk what wonderful stories they could tell us.
Thank you Gold for reading my poem and for commenting on it. Be blessed!
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