My Jacaranda Tree

Each falling leaf, each memory gone, lost, forgotten.

I wish to be free with my jacaranda tree.

Those purple leaves that match my sleeves.

My jacaranda tree is the one I see before

and after I go to sleep.

Grew in the place I lived

stayed in the place I left.

I feel the warmth through its leaves

I feel cold when I think about how I left my jacaranda tree. 

When I see my jacaranda tree, 

my family's jacaranda tree it makes me feel free.

When I can see my tree unable to be free, caged, locked up

I see that with tears in my eyes, I see through their lies

with surprise in my eyes.

How I wish to be free.

My jacaranda tree.

Blossoming in the summer sky 

but when it comes to the winter blooming

you're not as bright as you once beamed.

In my dream I see a ream of my jacaranda tree.