The Poinciana Tree

What shall I compare to a rose? 
Although it is adorned with thorns
And oh the aromatic fragrance of the night jasmine
Pervading the air until the early morn
Yet for me the most beautiful thing to see 
Are the blossoms on the Poinciana trees

I sometime gets heady listening to the bees
Buzzing by the thousands in the blooming Otaheiti apple trees
Or for season seeing suspended colors 
And forgetting theses are flowers on a tree
But none compare to the diversity of colors
On a blossoming Poinciana tree

Flowers in the gardens bloom so bright
Or covering the fields seem so right
Blossoms on tress are a special delight
Beauty that cannot be hidden by the dark of night
But even the blind stop to admire and see 
The blossoms on the Poinciana trees

Poem and photo © Prince W Bradford