| Echoes from the Hollow Stems |
| A new day broke
as a black ant crept out from the hollow stem to stretch, and the plant-hoppers took their places on the breakfast table of a Guarumo tree (Cecropia peltata). 'It is fine if humans think me a weed', said the giving-tree. 'If you will, please take a picture of me, and tell the world how hollow and nothing that I am'. |
