The Pink Grace

In a verdant grove, where breezes caress,

There blooms a pink flower in all its finesse.

High on a tree, it dances with glee,

A sight so delightful, a pure fantasy.

The tree, in awe, stays still and entranced,

The pink flower's beauty is so vividly enhanced.

Its fragrance, subtle but strong, fills the air,

A sweet perfume that lingers everywhere.