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?
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