Purple Flowered Tree

There’s a tree that stands
In my back yard,
It sprouts a million purple flowers.
I’m looking at it now,while drinking my chai.
Sometimes I gaze upon it for hours.
If there’s some wind, a slight breeze by chance.
I smile and watch, its cheerful limbs dance.
I once purchased a canvas, and variety of paint.
Hoping it’s beauty, I might recreate.
A painter I’m not, I came to realize.
I hope my words can capture the picture,
As it appears, to me, through my perceptive eyes.
It’s leaves are full of life, so
Radiant and green.
Violet flowers everywhere,
Peeking out from in between.
Oh, the serenity this tree has graced me with.
During my most troubled of days.
Thank you lovely tree, for helping me in so many ways!
Perhaps you think it odd, such gratitude towards a simple tree.
Myself, I am grateful to any living thing,
That lifts the darkness and
Finds the light inside of me.

So once again, Thank You!
To my lovely, purple flowered tree!