A Jacaranda tree stands tall, and sways as if to say, <br />Look! At this magnificence, I’m wearing blue today. <br />forgive the way I shout aloud, my lack of modesty, <br />but nowhere in this troubled world is finery like me. <br /> <br />Light rays slide between each leaf, to settle on the tips <br />to lightly kiss your face with a hundred million tiny lips. <br />You only have to lift your eyes to greet the filtered sun <br />a sight I guarantee will warm the heart of everyone. <br /> <br />Though very tall, my leaf is small, its form is one of fern, <br />large panicles of bluebells swell to trumpet unconcern. <br />A Bee collecting nectar from an ample deep white throat, <br />takes flight to join its family, and of its feast to gloat. <br /> <br />Look up to see each fern like leaf, floating up on high, <br />like footprints of a centipede that stroll across the sky <br />See how far my branches reach, admire their greenery, <br />so beautiful and strong, I am the Jacaranda tree. <br /> <br />Roan 7.1.08<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-jacaranda-tree/
