Scenes from a purple evening

Early summer evening, on my way home, rows of jacaranda tree.
A splendid sight to set this troubled child free.

She stands still, she dreams of her journeys to embark.
She’s then greeted from the sky, from the street, and her admirers from the park.

She responds to all her greeters, she waves her branches, with refreshing air
She lets all her comers in, on her voyage, without the fare

She’s a giver, to this learner, she gives even after her fall.
She answers the call, painting the earth, her mesmerizing purple.

Inspiration elisgraci
It was her post Jacaranda Tree: Exquisite Canvas that inspired me to write this poem.
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