Gardenia

 

In a garden blessed by nature's hand,

Where beauty blooms like dreams unplanned,

Resides a flower, delicate and fair,

A gardenia, beyond compare.

In moonlit grace, it gleams so bright,

A vision woven in petals white,

A fragrant symphony fills the air,

The scent of gardenias, sweet and rare.

The sight unfolds like a bridal gown,

Each bloom a treasure, a floral crown,

Velvet petals, ivory and pure,

Whispers of elegance to endure.

Their fragrance dances on zephyr's breeze,

Wafting gently through the whispering trees,

A symphony of perfumes, soft and serene,

Enchanting the senses, a heavenly scene.

With tender touch, I draw them near,

Their aroma intoxicates, crystal clear,

A heady blend of jasmine and spice,

A scent so captivating, it must suffice.

The gardenia's allure, like a siren's call,

Invokes memories, both big and small,

A nostalgic embrace, a blissful delight,

A fragrant journey, through day and night.

So, come and behold this floral treasure,

Let your senses revel in its measure,

For in gardenias, nature's art unfurls,

Georgia