Ellen

17

Orange Tree

There is an orange tree out there,
behind that old abandoned garden,
between weeds and unkempt flowers.
An orange tree, out there,
with gnarled limbs sagging under the
nourishment of summer’s radiation.
No, it’s not the one we planted,
the one we danced around.
There’s an orange tree, oh so beautiful.
Burgeoning, flourishing,
deep emerald shades,
vibrant saffron tints,
twilight amber hues.
All glowing in the dusk
of firefly lights.
In this far and remote place, the oranges
bring a scent of freedom mingled with oranges.
Orange tree
-In the earth-
Similar to the orange tree home.
Except ours
-In our earth-
was only a mere flower.