Beneath the canopy's tender gaze,
Where sunlight gently weaves its rays,
A bloom of purple softly sways,
In nature's quiet, shaded maze.

Leaves like emerald hands embrace,
The earth with gentle, grounded grace,
Amidst whispers of the trees,
It stands with pride, a masterpiece.

In twilight’s hush and morning’s light,
You bloom with all your heart’s delight,
A testament to life’s pure art,
A symphony within the heart.

A short poem about my Hydrangea surviving 100F temps.
#overheatasongorpoem