The Jacaranda Tree Poem by Nishu Mathur

There  she stands,  the jacaranda tree
In sunshine rays of morning gold 
Wrapped in a lavender stole 
Of flowers so gracefully

Her blossoms are of enchanting hue 
Light  is their fragrance 
Mauve dipped in nature's  scent 
In a shower of cascading blue 

A floral spread she spreads in style
A cloud of petals surreal
As purple florets bow and kneel 
Soaking in a summer smile

In gentle lilac her beauty glows
Enamoured  is the wind 
In dulcet tones, the wind she sings
As through the leaves she blows

Blooms in delicate violet whisper 
A secret no one knows 
Rustling quiet,  hushed and low 
Can you hear the murmur?