The Tree of Sorrow

Nyctanthes arbor-tristis

Lush greens, fresh winds
December dawns
Foggy skies, dewy lawns
And a whispering scent

Standing alone
Under the shade
Over the white sheet
Of fallen beauties

Beckoning
With your sweet scent
Luring
With your vulnerable stance

To share the grief,
The sorrow
But not your laden beauty
Oh queen of the night!!