Her long sweeping leafy boughs,ladened with pink blooms,heavily scented vanilla,are highly prised by the women of manila,a majestic tree planted in Tennessee, pigmented with brown umber,sought after for her lumber by the greedy mongers invoking dark Grey stirring clouds to loom,frightfully loud thunder wakes her from her slumber.a hellish storm is brewing the doves are brooding ,cooing natures signs of an encroaching storm fear-full her petals may be
torn asunder,she clutches her blooms to her fibrous bosom.her roots knuckle under,the turf.with all her weight and girth never to be unearthed.like sacred burial grounds and ancient cities and treasure chests
myrtle, and ferns with feathery fronds,
spread out like peacock tails.
