Magnolias bloom in morning light,
Soft petals dressed in glowing white.
Their fragrance drifts on southern breeze,
A whisper through the swaying trees.
Beneath the shade of branches wide,
Magnolias bloom with stately pride.
They do not rush; they take their time—
Each blossom like a silent rhyme.
In twilight’s hush, their silhouettes
Stand tall like fragrant silhouettes.
Though petals fall, they leave behind
A peace that lingers in the mind