Jacaranda
By Angie K
The wind rustles through its leaves,
They are made to be keen,
Their flowers sing with purple,
They glitter in a circle,
That is the circle of season to spring,
They are a full beauty.
The wind rustles through its leaves,
They are made to be keen,
Their flowers sing with purple,
They glitter in a circle,
That is the circle of season to spring,
They are a full beauty.