With bright arms spreading grabbing <br />the two frangipanis embrace each other, <br />reach with their fingers to the sun <br />in a age old gesture <br />and sometimes they look wild and disorderly <br />before their flowers burst out in light turquoise <br />and the wind spread their fragrance, <br />then they display flowers new and fresh, <br />while yellow weavers sing happily in their branches <br />and bees buzz past their flowers.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frangipanis/
