She stretches her branches at the eve of spring
Like a quiet, magnificent queen
Holding up garlands of delicate lavender blossoms
An unlikely hue in scanty canopies of green.
Almost as if to tempt the season of love
To stay a little longer in these loveless concrete jungles.
But proudly claims her spot in the sun,
gently dropping her blossoms in the mild summer breeze
Offering her welcoming shade to passersby
To salvage their dreams melting in the ruthless cityscape.
But that gorgeous carpet you spread on our drab streets
Lays there patiently, marking
The melancholic celebration of endings too.
Like a quiet, magnificent queen
Holding up garlands of delicate lavender blossoms
An unlikely hue in scanty canopies of green.
Almost as if to tempt the season of love
To stay a little longer in these loveless concrete jungles.
Otherwise she stays discreet through the year,
One among many in the harem of urban trees. But proudly claims her spot in the sun,
gently dropping her blossoms in the mild summer breeze
Offering her welcoming shade to passersby
To salvage their dreams melting in the ruthless cityscape.
Oh magnificent jacaranda standing tall!
Not only are you the beacon of new beginnings But that gorgeous carpet you spread on our drab streets
Lays there patiently, marking
The melancholic celebration of endings too.
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