Wonderland of Blossom Reverie
By Thea Angelica Angeles
Photo by Wowzamboangacity
02/14/2011
Deep in the heart of Asia’s Latin City,
A treasure trove of blossoms reposed in grace—
In a winding maze weaved with fragrant symphony,
Her legacy echoes through each bloom we keep.
Orchids cascade in lilac glory,
Bougainvilleas blaze in passion’s fire;
The hums of santans whisper songs of youth,
Gumamelas ignite in crimsons and golds.
Yellow bells chime in endless joy,
Gardenias glimmer with petals of pearls—
Sampaguitas as diadems of humble pride,
Roses blush softly in speckled dreams.
Amid this floral wonderland
the butterflies waltz—
A living rainbow taking flight,
Like children playing beneath the morning sun.
At the heart of the garden
her monuments stands—
in copper that lusters
beneath Zamboanga’s sun;
Maria Clara Lobregat—
mother of blossoms and city alike,
each petal painted with her love.
O beloved Time! If only I could
return once more to her garden’s caress!
