Pink as the blossoms budding on the vine.
Is my child all delicate and new, as spring.
Light green’s, emerald, in morning’s glow.
Peacefully speak, as tunes chime by birds.
Whose sonata echos of love’s continuum.
The blade and the blossom stately, proud.
As mother nature welcomes in new birth.
Blossoms pink, white, yellow’s – purple’s.
Trumpet natures beauty in cultured bush.
Oh, this one, my heart wells in rejoicing.
This little bundle, laying within my arms.
Forever as a wellspring showering within.