Fragrant,
lilac colored flowers cluster
Together,
like hands from a multitude,
Stretching
out five-fingered petals, pinching
At
the air, reaching out in a last gasp, to grasp
The
idyllic serenity their aura emanates. Worries
And
judgments fail to cloud their perceptions –
Blossoms
signal a momentarily eternal spring.
Purple
carpets the ground, providing a regal
Setting
for a picnic tryst. A lingering
Scent
of harmony drifts on the laconic
Breeze,
calmed by the jacaranda present.
A
nearby brook enunciates the whispered
Secrets
which the gentle wind whistles
Through
the tree’s branches. Along the Paraná
River
valley, just like a mother’s love, its
Music
never ceases, singing through Brazilian
Guitars
made from its wood in the way
A baby
coos its contentment after suckling.
The
jacaranda nurtures without words,
Caresses
without touching, and spreads influence
Throughout
its sphere without arguing, teaching,
Scolding
or demanding. It simply loves for the
Sake
of loving because all-which-is deserves
Every
ounce of love it can well up and offer,
And
nothing is ever lost when love is shared.
