Laburnurm
O Laburnum!
Why do you have to burn up so?
The world is blazing already!
It is the peak of summer…
Your petals are angry little infernos
Vying with the mighty sun itself
For heat and glory
The sheet of sunshine
Envelopes and imprisons you
But you are too persistent
Your petals tumble down…
from your parent trees
Like prodigal children
Trying to outshine their ancestors
The daylight hides innumerable lies
And you keep revealing harsh truths
To all those who pass by;
Blinding them to everything
Except life
The evening comes…
Men have given up their chores
But your flowers keep shining tirelessly
You have exhausted the day
And sent him into the depths of the evening
Then the night folds the sky
like a saree about her
To protect herself from your incessant rain
Yet your molten gold pierces
And smites her darkness
Like a mad moon
