The cold has been dissipating little by little; the heat reaches its highest level established for each city and region. In the midday hours, it is accompanied by a resplendent and inclement sun worthy of the Tropic; which announces the early arrival of harvest time but not before going through the wonderful spectacle of transformation: large and robust trees seem to die, dropping their most valuable and fruitful leaves that at one time were green and today reflect drought and even sadness. When there is nothing more to maintain, suddenly the most beautiful color in nature comes to light: yellow. Not just any yellow, it is Araguaney yellow.
It is that vibrant and glorious color that identifies my people. Yellow that transmits all its energy that reaches your eyes and makes your skin crawl when you see it and inevitably steals a big smile of peace smile that reflects I am safe in my element because I belong to it.
This beautiful species that my country: Venezuela, designated as national tree preserves all the idiosyncrasy immersed in the versatility of its characteristics because not only the external beauty represents it but the strength and hardness of its trunk makes it unique. Its delicate flowers invite to the party of life, attracting the bees to propitiate the pollination that favors and keeps alive all living beings.
It is one thing to see it with your own eyes and another to just capture an instant through an image. I wish with all my heart that sometime you have the opportunity to appreciate it under the sun of this tropical land and to know the fortune of having an Araguaney.
All images in this publication are my property; taken from a huawie device.
Translated from Spanish to English by DeepL (free version)
