The Magical Tree Poem by SoulAce Poetry

Embraced the Winds of Destiny
The Magical Tree
A mesmerizing rain in pink
Of countless fragrant blooms
Hands together shaping the clay
Born a bond as fresh as a plume
With a glorious scented golden glow
An invisible treasure potent
In between our hands held in care
Come the shadow Come the sun
And vagaries of world Of seasons all
Yet full in bloom the Magical Tree
Always a scented bed of blossoms ours
Under the Magic Tree
In ceaseless Shower Pink
In measureless time of endless bliss
Grey clouds in solitude of sky
Forever turn into rainbow hues