For almost 4 years, I lived in one of the Appalachian States.
I am talking deep down south country. Small town, lots of “howdy”, and best of all lush greenery.
There were trees, flowers, and shrubs everywhere. The air was fresh and the scenery even more refreshing.
By Spring, I would marvel at how everybody seemed to know the names of the blooming trees and I, African City girl when asked to name plants indigenous to Lagos, Hibiscus will come to mind. Add Forget me not to that short list too.
However, my Flora vocabulary ends there. Sadly.
I asked a friend how she knew so many trees by name. I wanted to be in her shoes.
How does one learn the name of the flowers and trees?
JACKSON COUNTY TREES
Don’t maltreat me because I am tiny
Water me because of my potential.
Nurture me, although I might become clingy,
Remember I can produce sustenance for all.
If you choose not to cater to me,
I will choose to sprout and tower high
With my roots implanted
And my branches reaching the sky.
I refuse to yield to selfish longings
Making space for my brothers, sisters, and cousins.
Always willing to divide my share of sunlight and soil,
For they too need to stretch out and grow.