The Flamboyant Tree

In a field, a flamboyant tree stood tall,
Alone, proud, with fiery orange blooms,
Burning bright from its branches.
Without another tree, it posed joyously,
Its flaming frame, umbrella-shaped, elegant,
Iconic, a symbol of intrinsic beauty.

I wondered how it could bloom so luxuriously,
In this lonely field, without pruning or care,
A marvel to me, a wonder of nature.
I sought its shade to escape the sun,
And there I stayed for hours on end,
Beneath its branches, thanking God
For His marvelous works.

I pondered how precious He fashioned this tree,
Its blooms glistening in solitude,
Singing happy songs in the empty field,
And I was there, and I heard him sing,
A beautiful melody, just for me.