My Jacaranda
A poem about my favourite tree in Sydney
There is a tree
On the other side
Of the world
That crossed oceans
And cultures
To stretch
Its branches towards
Another sky
It made its home
On soil humming with songs
From an ancient Dreamtime
Soaking up hope
From a land far from home
Beneath the relentless sunshine
An ordinary tree
Unkempt and green
Unremarkable all year
Except in Spring
When it bursts flowers
Covering streets a purple haze
Delighting locals and tourists
Lilac flowers
Reminding people
far from home
That they too can
sink their lives into a land
Rich with opportunity
And flourish there
About the Creator
AggieSoon
Let’s not suffer in silence. Let’s use our words. Let them drip from the screen to move our hearts, challenge our minds, and enrich our time. Here are mine. Really looking forward to reading what others have to say.
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Oh this was a gorgeous ode to my favorite tree (I had 2 in my yard at an old home, I loved the way that my front yard became a blanket of purple each spring), and you made the tie-in to your cultural roots & the hopeful transplanting of culture very seamless. 💜