Love song to a jacaranda

Nothing pleases like a jacaranda in spring
Don't think I can't see what joy you bring
While my budhi's bloom diminishes with time
Your beauty, tree, grows more and more sublime.

Yet a complaint just crossed our committee desks
"In case of rain, jacarandas leave a mess."
We then observed your blossoms in the street
We had to act, to protect Nepali feet.

I am a man of duty, with only good intent
I can show you records of each accident
Your species caused since 1934
(There were only three but we expect some more.)

Of the concussions caused by falling boughs
Two sufferers were poor blind and aged cows.
The third was a harmless crow, Need I say more?
Do we sit and wait for victim number four?

Dear tree, I've measured your lovely height and girth
I've calculated exactly what you're worth
Now our commissioner must consider
His benefits from the winning bidder.

Nursery Rhymes

Who created this nursery, I think I know
HMG has ten thousand new trees to grow.
It's a joint project of the Ministry of Greed,
With the Commission to Amend Misdeed.

Here speaks a seedling, quaking in its roots
"We know those city folks are brutes.
They hacked our uncles in broad daylight-
Don't you see we'll face the same plight?"

None are more blue than the young jacarandas:
"Today they plant us, next they'll end us.
Just because nurseries are a national obsession
Do you think the government has learned a lesson?"

Still hopeful are the cries of a little pine:
"I'll form a new party and carry a sign."
Poor tree, he is too fresh to comprehend
How the suffering of trees will never end.

Jack A Randa,
Pulchok