The Magnolia

The forest-green leaves dance from side to side,

As the wind blows gently through the sky,

As the magnolia fades from rose to pink,

The petals slowly blossomed like it was

Spring, the season of growth and bloom.

We too are growing.

The flower stretches out,

While we stretch to reach the stars and beyond,

To do our best, and achieve goals.

The sunshine passes through,

Shining brightly past the trees,

For the flower to be free,

Sunshine is the guiding person for nature.

In a verdant grove, where the breezes are flowing,

There blooms a pink flower in a flourishing light,

A sight so pleasant, that we see,

Captivating our attention,

Its fragrance fills the air,

A sweet perfume that lingers

Everywhere.