LIANA

In the heart of a rainforest, a traveller’s thoughts might be held earthbound under its tangled, canopy. Liana, however, is entranced by the dappled light above. It scales towards the sky, its vines entwining, looping, ascending and bending — and climbing, always climbing. Spiralling wooded stems slow-race the trunks they encircle, finally reaching the crown of the trees —majestic golden light, the cherished reward. Eager blossoms exhale in the warmth of the sun like long-nurtured desires set free. They dance — a triumphant constellation — across their new horizon.