The Frangipani Tree

I see the Frangipani tree,

It’s rooted well and smiles at me,

It’s boughs are spread, 

Curved and bend; 

It’s embraces all and one,

Laughing away,

And whistling aloud,

Asking the birds and bees to come!!!

It stands tall and bears all weight,

Giving not a grumble nor a grunt,

Silently waiting and watching,

The seasons turn around one by one.

It bears beautiful blossoms,

Fragrances galore,

Birds busy chirping, 

Butterflies and bees buzzing,

Sucking the nectar, 

Giving sweet bliss to all and one!!!

There was a time she stood barren,

Not a leaf in sight,

The tree trunk went dead and it’s look forlorn,

For passers by turned and left,

With a grunt and a mourn they declared,

It’s the end, it’s the end!!!

The seasons came and went,

But not a sight of leaf I saw on the poor Frangipani tree.

It stood abandoned as passers by came and went.

Then one fine day I saw a bright sprig of leaf,

The tree had come back to life,

After all, what we saw was now being turned into history!!!

It was a moment of pride and love,

To see the tree spring back to life,

And soon behold;

The tree stood tall and nice and strong.

Come and enjoy my sweet nectar it said and all birds and bees went by;

And the Frangipani tree stood again by; and we called it the tree of life!!!