Blooming Every Spring

[bairnsidhe]

 

The Star of Leyte

Remembered the Sweet Home Tree

Every winter here

Far from red sunlight

And ancient rivers of song

Nourishment missing

Each spring, renewal

Shook melancholy leaves off

Bringing forth keiki

The children of stems

Short lived and fragile beauties

Each a rare gamble

Hoping they will live

To see a second year’s turn

With Star of Leyte

Each year sends them out

To the gathering of young

Called Minion Night

To drink sweet water

They don’t know is not the same

As home’s river water

They see others like them

Similar in their diverse

Dissimilarity

Strange, yet beautiful

Strong and growing stronger still

Together weave roots

To tie the keiki

To a new, different, Home Tree

And maybe save them