Ripped Heart


Sudden, unexpected, violent–
All that’s left, a gapping hole.
The magnificent tree that had been seeded
that had taken root
that had been growing beautifully
under tender loving care
unceremoniously uprooted.

By what? who? where? how? why?
In shock and reeling from injuries
can only stare.
Stare and stare at where it used to be
as the wounded heart bleeds.

Reaching out frantically–
Where is it?
Just a mistake. A wayward wind, maybe.
Wrecking unintentional havoc.
A trial to be overcome.
Re-plant the tree, quick!
Put it back where it was, fill up that hole, tis not too late.
It’ll recover, and be stronger from this.

The tree… is gone.
Twas not a wayward wind.
I see that now.
Twas a deliberate act.
To rip, to hack, to chop, to destroy.
There’s no hope left for it.

Well, maybe– start again?
Here’s a seed from the beloved tree.
Should I place it in the hole?
Start a new chapter of the same book?
It’ll be good–mistakes made with the previous tree won’t be repeated.
It’ll outshine it’s predecessor.

The seed’s… not growing.
It’s not receiving the love or care it needs–
or perhaps it was a bad seed from the start.
Bad trees bear bad fruits which give us…
dead seeds. Not worth the time.

The gapping hole stares back.
Blacker, bigger
each time you look.
The edges harden–or are they healing?
No, they turn black from poison.

The darkest, roughest parts
are those in contact with the roots of the missing tree.
Once full of life and joy,
now only death.

It’ll be a slow and painful
but necessary process
to weed out every single last tendril
deeply entrenched and entangled
in the soil of the heart.

Great care is required
to not cause more damage
to let the heart heal
to extricate
every
last
memory

and send it the way of the obliterated tree.

(How inconsiderate
to take the tree but leave the troublesome roots.
Leave it there to develop and flourish
else don’t even start to grow it at all.)

Branching Trees and Nature Parks


New ATCs! :D First and second experimenting with my newly bought paints and third reverting to my more familiar medium of colour pencils haha. I’m sorry they’re all blue. Maybe I’ll make more in all colours.

Shall accompany these nature-themed ATCs with some nature-themes good news: Coney Island, off Punggol in the north-west, will be home to Singapore’s ninth nature park!

A Nature Park is better (conservation wise) than a regular “Community Park” I suppose, but it’s not a Nature Reserve, so it probably doesn’t receive any proper protection. I’m slightly amused by this line, which is obviously supposed to make the place sound very natural and full of exciting wildlife: “Lush vegetation covers nearly 90 per cent of the island. Wildlife species that have been spotted there include the white-bellied sea eagle, a large bird with a considerable soaring range.” You can spot the white-bellied sea eagle in MacRitchie, no need to go all the way to Coney Island.

Not that it’s not exciting to see the white bellied sea eagle haha. But apparently you can also see “birds of prey such as the native grey-headed fish eagle, and jerdon’s baza, a rare migratory bird.” so that sounds pretty awesome! :)

Eggfruit Tree


I was walking along Jalan Lekar yesterday morning (If you’ve ever been to the ACRES headquarters you’ll know where that is) and noticed that the road was lined with these trees that were filled with these gorgeous bright yellow fruits. So many in the trees, and also on the floor, yellow blobs of varying degrees of squashed-ness. They resembled mangos, slightly. I found it surprising that it’s such a conspicuous fruit but I had never come across it before and no idea what it was. Maybe I’m just ignorant, probably my mum will know it. She didn’t.

Some searching using NParks’ Flora&Fauna online data-base and I’m pretty sure I’ve found a match: Pouteria campechiana, also known as Eggfruit Tree, Canistel, Amarillo, Yellow Sapote, Sapote Borracho, Zapote. O_O That’s a lot of names.

One possible clue as to why neither my mum nor I know this plant: It’s probably not a fruit that people eat.The NPark’s data sheet says it’s edible (but usually not ‘raw’ apparently), but it can’t be very tasty since the trees were filled with ripe fruits untouched by birds. Even the semi-squashed ones on the floor were left alone, no ants.

That’s what the tree looks like. Not very distinctive, especially as a picture. But if you pay attention to the the bunches of leaves sticking out at the top and the sides, you might notice this:

The leaves comes in… um, elongated bunches at the tip of branches. There’s probably a proper term for this.
This one is not a Singapore native either. It’s native to Central America and Mexico.

Squashed fruit! The flesh is quite dense and dry. Resembling, says NParks, the yolk of an egg or pumpkin flesh.

Next plant will be a native, I promise!

Border by shoe-fly on DeviantArt.