Bougainvillea
This Spring I noticed
while looking out into the garden
from my kitchen window
The Bougainvillea tree in a shade of bright beautiful pink
Attracting birds, bees and butterflies
Braving the strong winds of the cloudy sea-sky
Standing so pretty
And I wondered
What if I were a Bougainvillea
So common, so poignant
Yet so attractive to those who understand my worth
Every beautiful creation of nature must come with thorns
Just like a human being must come with imperfections
Am I dreaming of a long life filled with shades of pink?
Am I that Bougainvillea that is sometimes ignored
I am not a Bougainvillea, but,
I want to be.
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