Etchings on the trunk of dita (Alstonia scholaris), UST Botanical Garden
Whose names these are, I do not know
In this age of cell phones
They dream to leave their message
to live on through the seasons.
Words they live – they die in cyberspace -
in the heart of a tree,
Perhaps to a passerby, tired and weary,
and longing to be free.
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