“Whispers of the Plumeria Bloom”

by Tex Norwood

In the garden of whispers, where plumerias bloom,
Their petals unfurl, dispelling the gloom.
A symphony of colors, in the light they bask,
In their fragrant beauty, a timeless mask.

Soft pinks and yellows, whites so pure,
In each delicate flower, a charm so sure.
Hanging gently in the air, their scent so sweet,
A perfumed melody, where earth and heaven meet.

These blossoms of serenity, in the breeze they sway,
Telling tales of the tropics, far away.
In their heart, the essence of sun-kissed shores,
A dance of petals, in folklore lores.

Each plumeria bloom, a work of art,
Crafted with love, nature’s part.
A canvas of petals, so tender and fine,
In the garden’s embrace, gracefully they shine.

In the quiet of dawn, or twilight’s hue,
Plumeria flowers in their perennial debut.
A symbol of grace, of beauty unspoken,
In their presence, life’s spell is broken.

So here’s to the plumeria, in its splendor and grace,
In each bloom, a story, a gentle embrace.
A whisper of nature, a call to the soul,
In the language of flowers, they play their role.