(Few colours can match the grace and elegance of pink. It is the colour of tenderness and purity, of sublime passion. While red is fierce, pink is soft; while red excites, pink soothes; while red ignites, pink pacifies. And no earthly creation personifies pink in all its splendour more than the pink that adorns this humble tree- Tabebuia or Pink poui.
Its pink blooms, like a painter’s brushstrokes, transform the ordinary into the extraordinary, captivating all who behold it. it is a celebration of life’s transient beauty, a symbol of nature’s enduring artistry, and a testament to the profound joy that blooms can bring to the human spirit.
So, here is a poem that celebrates the extra-ordinary charm and lure of its beauty. Indeed, a tribute to its life, beauty, and resilience.)
Oh Tabebuia, tender bloom,
thy grace Is fleeting as the morning dew—
A whisper against the azure skies,
A fleeting promise of life anew.
Thy blush of pink, so soft, so true,
Unfolds in quiet harmony.
Each petal sings of transient joy,
A fleeting spell of artistry.
Like a damsel cloaked in blossoms pure,
Thy branches bare reveal thy frame.
Adorned in hues both soft and sure,
A beauty wrought without a name.
The branches bare, adorned in pink,
Speak of renewal’s endless theme.
Where blossoms fade, life’s truth remains—
Decay and birth in nature’s scheme.
So let us pause beneath thy shade,
To marvel at thy brief display.
For in thy bloom and in thy fall,
Life’s impermanence holds sway.
Thy beauty, fleeting as it seems,
Bequeaths to hearts a hopeful song.
That even in transience, life sustains,
Its discipline and dance lifelong.
Oh Tabebuia, fleeting muse of spring,
Through thee, life’s truths to hearts take wing.
scribo ad LX 