I was in the affluent suburb in Beverly Hills and noticed adjacent to expensive boutiques, stores and high rent offices was an untended botanical garden. I was not familar with the kinds of plants, but knew many were dying and the contrast of this neglected garden with the opulance of Rodeo Drive and well groomed people was striking. It looked like an alien landscape, but it quickly transcended in my mind to a visual feast of color, texture, light and became an imaginative delight. I hope you enjoy my magical interpretation of what was once a botanical paradise. This is a photo of one of the old trees. sparce with wonderful form highlighted by the enveloping clouds. It was a cold and crisp day and as sundown came upon us as the misty clouds gave way to a spectacular sunset. This particular tree had a spiritual essence with the central figure’s arms raised towards the heavens. Sally Omar’s poetry adds another dimension to the “spirit tree.” She infuses her beautiful and elegant spirit with words to pair this image with her lovely and beautiful writing.
They wait very patiently Arms wrapped around SPIRIT TREE Somberly they are there They can’t go anywhere Souls that are left and cannot retrieve Anything that they believed Will they ever be let free From the beautiful SPIRIT TREE An Angel with wings of gold Will come ever so bold And grab their hands And bring them to Spiritland There they will again Walk with old friends And find a resting spot Something they had forgot When you pass the SPIRIT TREE Remember none are free This may be the place where you will go No one ever knows And should you be one day be there You will have to say a prayer So the Angel will come for you And fly you to Spiritland too SPIRIT TREE Nikon DSLR D80