Would you please cc this poem on the Tree of Light (the Indian Laburnum) ?
drenched in shining summer rays,
blithely dance, how uncontrolled,
swaying in the summer's blaze.
Not a single leaf of green,
flutters in these radiant trees,
Sunlit gold is all that's seen,
floating on the summer's breeze.
In this gentle golden rain,
every petal, sweet surprise,
blotting out the dull, mundane,
reaching for the summer skies.
O to sit for hours and write,
beneath this royal Tree of light...