Seraphic, creamy-milky Jasmine trellis, vined on holy door of quaint church
And beside alone, profusely, Magnolia tree was undeviating;
Witnessing the tale of cherishing lives who praying and living in front of its sights,
The tree, would only talk to beatific, one live spirit and obliged.
In the early spring day, veiled in cloudy wrap, small baby was left in the church
Jovial his smile was, named Kiyoshi, alike his name he was angelic and bright.
His rosy cheeks and giggling of his, got amusement to encircling breezes.
Breezes, that whispered his merriment to Magnolia and mirth with it.
A day went with his strange aspect and at night father came to pray
Astonished, he was, who bowed to take him into his arms;
A boy was in tearing smile and father was in stellify eyes, then,
He touched his forehead and chanted, “You’re meant to be born.”
Nights flied through beneath father’s shed and fond,
Kiyoshi, turned three and his skin started blooming with hues of grins.
Held father’s finger, he would go to church gripping candle in his little fist.
He never felt abandoned and Father taught every breathing to be adored.
Eleven summers passed, under the white clear skies, middle in his teenage eyes.
He loved to do chores of church and helped father to live together,
Once time, when, he was learning preaching of Jesus in an afternoon weather
He heard a limerence voice with melodic rhyme and his heart followed,
Towards the girl, who was conversing with Magnolia’s twirl,
“Glorious, you look, glorious, Magnolia, your flowers make me victorious
and my heart feels like warriors.”
Kiyoshi, dreamed many sleepless nights and girl used to come daily
His heart bumped differently and blushed like new bride was entering through aisle,
A little boy looked attractive than just being young
Finally, he got first red stain on lips by a girl with hazel swirl.
Sitting under the tree he took the Magnolia’s flower and murmured,
“Does she revere roses, tulips or this pleasant flower of yours that I behold?”
Magnolia, beamed a little more looking at his innocent smile and replied
“Love, offer your nobility what is rooted in you, everything else is specious.”
Kiyoshi, first was novice soul now deeply fathomed,
He promised to the tree, his heart would always stay, being beneficence.
Chandeliers on the roof and candelabrum on each corner of his delight home
Home, he crafted beside the church, with sweat and labor of his own
Promising the universe, he entered his residence with his first love
With long white gown and gifted magnolia flowers to her.
A new journey was started with affection and care
He loved her for eternal and she was grateful for perpetual,
They wanted family where they could share
An ocean of emotions and help each other from the thorny labyrinths
And Magnolia of six decades were giving blessings; rather,
Passing of half more decades, poor soul mates could not conceive a child.
Womb as barrel land and longing of motherhood to love one divine.
Kiyoshi and her wife sobbing at nights, Magnolia consoled them by its side,
“You desire for one, when there are millions of dying. Won’t it be fruitful?
To be once land and let them bloom, nourish with time?”
And Magnolia’s words resilient them as warm moonlight.
Kiyoshi agreed, “Indeed, there are scattered little feet wanting to walk along
Not two, not four but million like mine. I’ll bring them home. I’ll gift them life.”
Kiyoshi, a piece of sacred soul, the gentle heart and modest eyes decided,
To decorate an orphanage and bring peace to crying juveniles.
“You may build grandeur galaxies for forbidden twinkling lights.
The sun that lives far away still brightening you effortlessly.
May you be shimmering moonlight for orphaned little child”
blessed the Magnolia on miraculous night.
And Kiyoshi relished his year to create heaven under the roof of blue skies.
Everything was undyed and the only color could be seen was snowy
Now, paradise of motherliness he brought to life.
Little ones were roaming around and dancing with greenery rustling
Since ages had been passed down and Magnolia waited
To see humanely bond and then, a great noble tree,
Magnolia, gasped his breath and hence cried,
“How much exultation you draw to my old soul, I have waited whole life.
To befriend with human, only you held my old branches gently in a while.
Bless you my child, may you wide spread the heritage of love and shine.”
Kiyoshi, calmed his beloved Magnolia and smiled,
“Oh dear, Magnolia, nature you are. You have been my mystic light.
Sparing my last breath, for that, God sent angels. I’ll hold you back to life.
The tiny seed of yours, I would cultivate till the existence of my life.”
Little ones were raising with tiny and shrubby Magnolias
Everyone owed each other to fill dearth to make worthful life.
Tranquility in the moment and harmony that existed for lives
The feeling of deserted being now having dialect of divines.