Jacaranda
By Angie K
Published 7 September 2021
The wind rustles through its leaves,
They are made to be seen,
Their flowers sing with purple,
They glitter in a circle,
They tower up above our heads,
(But some are nearly dead)
Published 7 September 2021
The wind rustles through its leaves,
They are made to be seen,
Their flowers sing with purple,
They glitter in a circle,
They tower up above our heads,
(But some are nearly dead)