[instrumental intro] [verse 1] By waterside, spring's crimson wakes, Then summer's broad crown grows; While autumn gold the landscape makes, Where downy seed then flows. [verse 2] Against the grey of winter skies, Its rugged form stands tall; Though loved by those with knowing eyes, Few truly heed its call. [instrumental percussion breakdown] [verse 3] From riverbanks to urban space, A journey it has made; Adapting with a quiet grace, Within the town's parade. [verse 4] A native heart in city soil, A whisper of the wild; May more its beauty learn and toil, To keep this treasure styled. [instrumental outro]
Comments are disabled on this song