My roots, deep in the nurturing earth,
Bear witness to my enduring worth.
Twisted branches, wide and wise,
Tell tales of suns and winter skies.
Each spring, a burst of life anew,
A canopy of pink, red, white, or blue.
My flowers, in abundant grace,
Dance with the breeze in a tender embrace.
Bees and butterflies in joyous flight,
Find in my blossoms, pure delight.
In my presence, time slows its pace,
As nature’s rhythm finds its place.
A living legacy, I’ve grown and thrived,
Through hands that have planted, pruned, and strived.
A testament to care, a sight to behold,
In my leaves, a story of years untold.
Birds nestle within my sheltered arms,
Finding refuge from life’s alarms.
Beneath me, a carpet of petals lies,
A colorful testament to nature’s ties.
More than a plant, a symbol I stand,
Of time’s passage, at nature’s hand.
In my existence, both strong and sublime,
I embody the dance of life and time.