Beyond compare is the March exuberance

Of the silk cotton tree; demurely clad in

Dusty leaves, all the year round, she goes

Berserk at the hint of spring, shedding

Inhibitions, modesty along with her leaves

The rising sap, the budding, the flowering

Occurs

Almost overnight, in magical splendor, till

Unapologetic she stands, aflame with passion

Like a brazen wanton with outstretched arms

Alluring, beckoning, enticing, enchanting,

Lifting a crimson face towards an azure sky

Symbolizing, the very spirit of spring.