A Plausible Explanation for the Redbud

Here is my made-up myth-song for why the redbud flower is so obviously purple: Where the meadow meets the wood A dark limbed tree does grow And in the springtime breezes Redbud blossoms blow I see them on the road sides On the edges of the lane Between the tended and the wild The tangled and the tame But why it’s called a redbud I sure would like to know There is no ruby in its blush Saying don't make it so When the redbud was first named It bloomed a scarlet true But March he was a chilly wind Tinged with icy blue No lovlier a vision; The colors did enchant Indigo and crimson Birthed a miscreant And thus the wild bred blossom Takes on a purple hue In memory of when wind met flower And flower said I love you And flower said I love you copyright 2006

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