Tuesday, June 7, 2005

Mimosa


The Mimosa is a thorny plant with pink flowers shaped like spikey moth balls.  The leaves are like tiny ferns each with an inch long stalk which quickly bends out of the way as soon as you touch any part of the plant, exposing its thorn.  It used to be a nuisance on our farm when it multiplied and spread too fast.  We had to get rid of them every now and then.  It was a fairly difficult task.  If you grab it too gently you can't pull it off the ground as the roots go quite deep.  But the harder you grab it the worse pain you suffer for the thorns are sharp as needles. 


 


Over the years I have learnt to appreciate its beauty and treat it with respect since it is no longer a threat to my occupation.


 


Mimosa


 


The mimosa is a sophisticated lady


She grows seemingly fragile, sensitive and pretty


Standing on limbs nimble and slender


Sways in the breeze appearing so tender


 


Quietly by the wayside blooming in pinkish hue


Fresh in the morning still moist with dew


But touch her not or sharp thorns she will bare


She dares to hurt you so better beware


 


She cringes at every touch ever so mere


Take heed for that is no show of fear


If ever you invade or violate her virgin sanctity


She will defend herself with righteous ferocity


 


Her dainty leaves like fans she deftly lower


Swiftly strives to protect her every flower


So stoop not to take her in a manner so fierce


The harder you grip the deeper she'd pierce


 


This principle of nature to remind you less you forget


Within every life a means itself to protect


Judge not this lady by her gentle demeanour


Treat her with respect and safeguard her honour


 


 

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