“Awakening in Spring: A Plumeria’s Rebirth”

by Tex Norwood

In the heart of spring, when the world awakes,
A stirring in the garden, as morning breaks.
Plumeria trees, in their silent bower,
Begin to stir at this magical hour.

Gone are the days of winter’s cold grip,
Now comes the time for nature’s flip.
Bare branches that once stood forlorn and still,
Start to awaken, as if by their own will.

The sun climbs higher, with its gentle heat,
Caressing each branch, each dormant retreat.
Buds begin to form, small and tight,
Heralding the return of color and light.

Leaves unfurl, green and new,
Painting the world with a fresher hue.
With each passing day, more growth is seen,
In the lush canopy of vibrant green.

Then comes the moment, long-awaited and dear,
When the first plumeria blossoms appear.
Soft petals open, in colors so bright,
Bringing to the garden, pure delight.

Pinks, yellows, and whites, in the sunlight they bask,
Flourishing in the warmth, completing their task.
Their fragrance fills the air, sweet and strong,
A perfumed whisper, a springtime song.

Springtime for plumeria, a season of rebirth,
A testament to resilience, and nature’s worth.
In every blossom, a story of renewal,
A cycle of life, both beautiful and crucial.

So here’s to the plumeria, in spring’s embrace,
Flourishing in beauty, and timeless grace.
In each petal’s curve, a tale of revival,
Spring’s gift to the plumeria, essential for survival.