By Tanveer Shameem-Singh (13)
Sometimes the
birds would appear from around a blade of grass as if they were asking for
approval to jump on the blanket of fallen jacaranda leaves. Every so often a
leaf would jump off its branch to greet me as I sat. It would float through the
air as light as feather and land softly on the grass. As the spring drew near,
it was like a rainstorm of purple and violet leaves, all falling to make way
for the beautiful spring leaves.
When winter came the tree stood bare, unprotected and sad. Suddenly my favorite
tree was stripped of its innocence and baring the naked truth. But it never
failed, as spring rolled around, the jacaranda tree lit up with vibrant purple
leaves and reassured me that it was ready for my companionship once again.
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| A late September, early morning -Prince Edward Drive Photo Anit Singh |
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| Price Edward drive |
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| Newlands - Photo Credit : Pradeep Kumar |
