I like the Drynaria
I like Drynaria for her feathery foliage in the distance like the proud peacock and the turkey trotting to win favors of their flock;
I like Drynaria for her sturdiness in the wind, cooling the summer air and keeping the coolness of the Amihan in December;
I like Drynaria for her resiliency, bending with the limbs and branches, turning upside down and up again the next season;
I like Drynaria for sleeping through the dry months while her host takes the show, verdant green, robust and free;
I like Drynaria for resurrecting from a state of turpor, as if she defies death and perpetuates life while others simply die;
I like Drynaria for her economy in sustenance, living on captured dirt and rain, yet discreet of such austere living;
I like Drynaria for touching the clouds with her host taming it to fall as rain and shared by all creatures around;
I like Drynaria for her ability to multiply fast through invisible spores, in one sweep of the wind are sown in far places;
I like Drynaria for its benevolence to many creatures, tenant and transient, keeping their brood in her bosom;
I like Drynaria giving the martines birds a home, where it sings in joy and praise and thanksgiving for a beautiful world;
I like Drynaria for keeping company to passersby, to tired souls in the shadow with her host, in dark and unlikely hours;
I like Drynaria for giving off oxygen and taking in carbon that poisons the earth and living things, among them no less than I;
I like Drynaria, for caring its host and vice versa through symbiosis - a perfect bond that humans have yet to learn someday. ~
Martines birds, long thought to be extinct locally, find shelter
and home with the Drynaria, and the host acacia tree.
and home with the Drynaria, and the host acacia tree.
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