Poui Tree Lake by Nigel Carrington

By the lake, the pink poui stands in bloom,
Petals glowing soft against the afternoon.
A crown of blush beneath wide-open skies,
Where sunlight dances and time drifts by.

Its flowers fall like whispered prayer,
Touching the water, light as air.
Ripples carry their rosy hue,
Turning the lake to shades of new.

The breeze moves gently through branches high,
Petals float down as moments sigh.
Roots drink deep from the lakeside ground,
While birds stitch songs into the sound.

In still reflection—sky, bloom, and tree—
The poui leans toward eternity.
A quiet grace, both bold and true,
Pink dreams blooming in mirrored blue. 🌸🌊