Poetry : Flamboyant Tree

Along the road to cliffs and ravines
I see the flamboyant trees are neatly lined up
as if welcoming people who will come
Manyar birds and finches are still competing to be the winner

In my country, in a place as far and lonely as this
You can find peace more than anything
Make people admire, stare, and stay for a long time

At the end of the road, there is a spring
The squeaks like nature’s sound
Flamboyant is a color, a wound healer, a complement to taste