Fully Covered In Her Red Flowers

Fully covered in her colored flowers She is read… blood red Leaves are there, but discreet Extra-terrestrial she seems Both from the ground… and from the sky Surrounded by a hundred pine trees Sweet Crape Myrtle Like a moon among the stars Only tree of her kind Planted and forgotten with time How comes it grow here On these snowy Mountains… with whose steer Even the butterflies, enjoying her nectar, think She lives but alone In a heavy crowd But they know not that in her mind She lives on the beach of a wide wild Sea Even she can feel that Breeze Even she can hear those waves Mind is there among its kind And she is merely enjoying their flight (Paghunda Zahid)