“In Pursuit of the Perfect Plumeria”

By Tex Norwood

In gardens wide, under skies so blue,
A quest begins, earnest and true.
For the perfect plumeria, a search so keen,
Amongst the myriad of blooms, to find the unseen.

Through rows of colors, vibrant and bright,
Under the sun’s kiss, and the moon’s soft light.
Seekers wander, with hope in their eyes,
For that one plumeria, a breathtaking surprise.

Some search for fragrance, sweet as the dawn,
A scent that carries, from dusk till morn.
Others seek hues, unique and rare,
Colors that captivate, beyond compare.

In petals so soft, perfection they seek,
In every curve, every streak.
A bloom that stands out, in splendor and grace,
In the vast sea of blossoms, it finds its place.

From garden to nursery, the quest goes on,
From the break of day to the dusk’s yawn.
Each plumeria examined, with a discerning gaze,
In the pursuit of perfection, in this floral maze.

The perfect plumeria, a dream so vivid,
In the heart of the seeker, quietly avid.
For in each bloom, a unique beauty lies,
In the eye of the beholder, a perfect prize.

So on they search, amidst leaves and blooms,
Through countless gardens, and countless rooms.
For in the journey of seeking, joy is found,
In the world of plumerias, where wonders abound.

And when at last, the perfect one appears,
It stands triumphant, amid cheers.
In the search for perfection, a lesson so clear,
In every plumeria, beauty is near.