“In the Garden of Blooming Plumeria”

by Tex Norwood

In the garden where plumerias bloom,
I walk in awe, dispelling gloom.
A maze of colors, vibrant and bright,
Under the sun’s warm, embracing light.

With each step, a petal’s dance,
In the gentle breeze, a fragrant trance.
Pinks and yellows, whites so pure,
In this floral tapestry, joy is sure.

The air is sweet, with scents so rich,
In this paradise, without a glitch.
Blossoms sway, in a rhythmic sea,
In their beauty, I lose the key.

Through this garden, I wander free,
Captivated by what I see.
Each bloom, a story, a whispered song,
In their presence, I belong.

The world outside, seems far away,
In this haven, I wish to stay.
Surrounded by blooms, in endless array,
In this moment, time sways.

For in this garden, where plumerias reign,
Life’s complexities, seem so plain.
Nature’s artwork, in full display,
In this splendor, my heart sways.

So in the garden of blooming plumeria, I roam,
Finding peace, in this floral dome.
A walk to remember, in this fragrant room,
In the garden where plumerias bloom.