Bougainvillea

This isn’t a pretty flower to much

Most pass it’s treasure unnoticed

It’s presence, much like stop signs,

we see and ignore

These ordinary flowers

are the seeds of our island,

planted more than beaches eroded and resorts built

I see this flower every day

and comment on it’s beauty

It’s luxurious purple coated in leaf shaped petals

It’s tiny core and stems

accompanied by little thorns

waiting to attack you

Yet I admire its beauty

Ever-present, surroundings us

The oversimplisticly appeasing

garden along the tainted roads