Hapuu Pulu Hawaiian Tree Fern

Sharon Mau

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Leeds, We - United Kingdom

Great composition. Excellent, Sharon

Sharon Mau replied:

.. thank you so much for your visit and kind note Steve :: Aloha ::

Westford, MA - United States

Beautiful image, Sharon -- so subtle -- it beckons .. lovely. And the poem -- wandering feet and imagination in the forest -- dreamy...

Sharon Mau replied:

Aloha Frank . thank you so much . I photographed these new fronds just as they unfurled last evening . the Hapuu Pulu Hawaiian Tree Ferns are so beautiful . they are like young trees about 3 years old . and keeping them alive and thriving has been a mission for me . I am deeply attached to them and love them so much . we have four in our garden .. I love the poetry and am happy you enjoy it . thank you for your visit and kind note .. Hapuu is native to most of the Hawaiian islands. It is one of more than 800 species of tree ferns, descendants of prehistoric vegetation found worldwide in semi-wet to wet forests from sea level to over 5000 ft elevation. Hapuu was once common in wetter areas of all the major Hawaiian islands. Until recently, large numbers of Hawaiian tree ferns were harvested for orchid media and landscape use. Over-exploitation has reduced Hapuu stands drastically. Hapuu pulu grows to reach 5 - 20 feet or taller and has a 15-foot spread. It is the most common tree fern in the Hawaiian islands. Information source - hawaii.edu Presently all tree ferns are considered threatened species, because so many of them are found only in the rapidly diminishing rainforests of the world. They are a delicate beauty ..

Maui, Ha - United States

Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet, Through echoing forest and echoing street, With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam, All men are our kindred, the world is our home. Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed, The laughter and beauty of women long dead; The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings, And happy and simple and sorrowful things. What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow? Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go. No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait: The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate." By Sarojini Naidu

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