View Photo GalleryA long time ago, someone planted a frangipani tree
in a south-western coastal garden on the Island.
Roots deepening, branches spreading, leaves fluttering
it bore hundreds of white flowers.
A simple five petal tropical flower.
Some time after, a man and a women met under the tree.
They fell in love with each other and became the guardians of the tree.
They grew old together, the tree and the couple.
Then one grey December morning, a tidal wave came
washing away the island's coast line,
taking the lives of men, women and children who lived there.
The waves didn't take the frangipani away.
Yes it took the lives of the three generations of people closest to it.
In the wilderness surrounded by the tree
I heard the weeping of the lost souls.
While all the hopes were buried in the deep sea or in the sand.
Suddenly the frangipani started blooming again.
It bore a special flower.
Six petals.
Spreading its sweet smell.
The Tsunami Flower, people called it.
Five petals and six petals blooming,
together, on the same tree
scenting the air.
Speaking to us of harmony and happiness,
reaching out to all who pass by.
