Cluster of Bougainvilleas

A divine morning
Glorious sunrise
Prayers in the air
We mere mortals
stood enchanted.

Behind us all
a bougainvillea tree
Sinewy boughs
blossom-adorned
admired by children three.

A cluster of bougainvilleas
was their hearts desire
Sparkly eyes
filled with longing
Hands outstretched.

The quicker kid
grabbed a branch
with combined effort
the trio tugged
And prize was theirs.

The cluster of bougainvilleas
was really pretty
fresh as the morning
soft petals dainty
Kids' faces glowed.

Meanwhile the mortals
Prayed fast and low
longevity, wealth, fame
Hands up in plea
Heads down in reverence.

I couldn't ask
surrendered to Almighty
let him decide this
I will take what I get
Whatever that may be.

Behind the hallowed
the merry laughter
was long gone
and so were the
Three little kids.

But what was there
was the once pretty
Cluster of bougainvilleas
Trampled, unwanted
I did not pray for it.