'Be'

Even the Bougainvillea common in the place I call home are anxiously growing towards the rough tar road where you'll alight. They have been growing along the dirty moss-covered wall for a time before arching away from it. Drooping branches with petals paper-like to the touch. Brilliant red, magenta, white. When stirring amid breezes they seem to me almost hopeful for your arrival. A world waiting to be tamed.