Camouflage

A pencil behind my ear,
A notebook in my hand,
But no thoughts come to my rescue
Marching in a band.
The sunlight on the terrace
Makes my eyes squint
I look expectantly at the tree
Waiting for a hint.

Is it red, orange, vermilion or yellow?
I dunno but it's so mellow!
People call it flamboyant,
It stands before me 
Like a big , red giant!
That's how I would describe a Gulmohar tree,
Its sheer beauty captivates me.

I hear my neighbour's doorbell ring,
My mother's call for lunch,
I see a sparrow and it's chicks,
Nesting in a bunch.

That's  when I see through Nature's camouflage
And I blend in its beauty.

                                      -Khateeja Sadaf