The Shade of the Baobab …
The wandering soul rests,
under a Baobab tree that offers sanctuary,
as the South African sun,
burns copper red.
The wanderer gives thanks to the ancestors,
a moment of respite from the unending journey,
sifting through the dust,
divining the road ahead,
a time to reflect,
on miles lost through the sieve of time,
on paths that have yet to be tread …
This is so beautiful…
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Lovely!
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While I’ve never seen a baobab tree, I can think of many examples of coming upon welcomed, natural shade. This is an incredible world.
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As a wanderer, I really appreciated these words. Plus, there’s something very magical about a Baobab tree with its plump trunk that stores water!
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This is lovely
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Wonderful and reassuring my dear friend 😊
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Well expressed my friend
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This is a most beautiful and mystical poem. I love it
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