(An interpretative poem for the Tree of Fluidism by artist Dexter Calulot Bigayan)
BY JNCB
Above the great ravine it clings
Tightly it grips the earth on its fringe
Hanging on to storms and the strongest of winds
Weathering the seasons at the edge of a cliff
On a mountainous rock or so it seems
They laugh at this fool, this fool on a hill
Or is it a mountainous rock, so it seems
For why? they say, will you grow those roots
On the edge of the earth at the ledge of a cliff
Or a mountainous rock so it seems
But proud is this tree for they do fail to see
That below may indeed be the greatest of fall
Little do they know, it stands tallest of ’em all…