The flaming enchantress

When summer was at its peak, And, the rain god's were too weak, She spread her ravishing orange canopy, Like a flaming umbrella under the cerulean sky. She professed her love for the blazing sun, He shone in abundance for her in return. His warm rays touched the greeny pods, And, left amber marks on the petals. When she blossomed in the morning sun, Red and amber flowers filled her bosom. An elegant princess with radiance of fire, Shone like molten gold in her orange attire. Dear Gulmohar, there was charm in your emerald tresses. You were the summer's enticing enchantress. Every passerby was in awe of your allure, Our home was called 'The house by the Gulmohar'. A time came and when nature played a game, You survived but were never the same again. The unforgiving floods ravaged every year, Yet your roots stood undaunted without fear. A dangerous storm raged three days long, But, you faced it upright, bold, and strong. Pelting rain and wild winds never seen before, Earth jolted and shook you to the core. Time had come, you could take it no more. Your mother embraced you one last time, And you returned to the green heaven divine. In our memories and endless sweet stories, We speak of your beauty and always do remember, Our home was called 'The house by the Gulmohar'. Day 20 Theme - Open #NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2021 This short poem is dedicated to the beautiful Gulmohar tree which used to adorn my grandfather's house.