The Pink Tree

The Sunday morning bathed in morning haze, The roads not yet trodden, the air still fresh, The winter Zephyr looming in the environment, The environs, suffused in an eternal excitement, And there I saw, amid the green trees, A tree so pink, blossoming into blissful beauties, It had emerald leaves, concealed within the budding pink flowers, Some detached, some still clinging to the fragile twigs, The tree standing on a cerise carpet, Formed by the wilting flowers shaded scarlet, The tender breeze aggressive to bring the pink pearls down, So gorgeous, so timeless, the pink tree stood fading in the wintry dawn... K.S.Lakshmi