Calliandra

In the clear sky powerful beams of luminous light,

extend aglow in the arid breeze.

The colour I extend is the heart and joy, 

the breath of life from a deep soul of trees.

When a beastly thirst, 

A flame burst.

Demon smoke quickly spreads across the impoverished air.

Scorching, sly sparks snicker and sneak, 

spoiling every green sprig or sod unaware.

My relish, my spirit, my cherry pink strands, viciously trapped in fire.

No way to protectively fight for dear life, 

the flames are growing stronger and higher.

The ashy grass whispers under attack.

Calliandra, Calliandra. 

The sky is lifeless, melancholy and black.

Agonising smoke tearing through my lungs.

The ripping fire has burned away, 

no fearful flames or terrifying tongues.

My dusty strands, caringly held by the arms of a comforting breath.

And my love is sprouting uncovered again.