To Be or Not to Bloom🌸

An ode from the past

Flowers from Pinterest

There once was a sapling so wild, so free,
 that grew on its own with so much glee.
Little did she know, despite growth being slow, 
 very surprised, would she eventually be.  
Her beloved sapling would greatly grow
into a pleasantly beautiful tree.

For days on end she cared and cared,
pruning away the unwanted and impaired. 
She didn’t tire nor did she rethink her trying.
Mainly because her effort in tendering declared 
her undying hope, even though time was flying.
Still in her heart, the gift of hope she bared. 

Then one sunny October during her favourite season,
she bore high expectations, with good reason.  
She knew her jacaranda tree would make her very proud.

Oh how she longed for her purple flowers in their beauty and splendor!

To breathe and behold
To enjoy and to experience 
To feel and to fascinate
To return and to remember

But Alas, as fate would sadly have it,
All her care and patience with nothing to meet. 
Instead, a bare tree with no flowers and all gloom,
A stark representation of something bittersweet,
That the flowers of the tree she loved didn’t bloom. 

Jacaranda season

From my heart to yours,

Kiarie✨