The fragile petals, cold with winter’s bite
are warmed by sunshine, bright and radiant.
The spring has come accompanied by light
and leaves the blossoms with a colored tint.

Soft petals tinged with pink and orange; mild.
In bloom, the flowers open; drink in sun.
Endemic flora, plants are growing wild.
Maturing fast, across the wall they run.

A fragrance sweet and calming wafts about,
relaxing nervous feelings, stress, and strain.
The stillness calms my mind and makes a route
around the fowl waste torturing my brain.

The blossoms thrive in beauty, soft and sweet;
they’re filled with grace – conversion now complete.