Magnolia Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Magnolia

If ever you go out,
From room to backyard,
Or too far from the house.

If you see some tree(s)
With tiny green leaves,
Buds, petals in falling.

If they are violet,
Or whitish, as if dead,
Tightly joined, spread,
Be humble, stop there,
Politely ask their name.

Stand there like I do,
Lost in love, excited,
Inhaling the moments.

If are shy, heads to chests,
If are sad and silent,
If alone, together,
Be my good messenger,
Say: "Hello, " and observe.

See their buds?
Small? Large?
Flowers?
Dead? Alive?

See the shades of color?
Snow white? Violet?

Some speak with heaven,
Some look at final bed,
On green and lush earth,
Or going with the wind,
To end up under feet…

Yet, still, don't forget,
Make sure, be messenger,
Yes, tell them, I love them.