Huge and tall she stood there
Spreading her arms for everybody who sought her care;
She never has denied to shower her love
Regardless of ‘you’ or ‘it’ , she always slithers her blooming mauve
When the beautiful blooms fall on your cheeks like suave
You look up with a smile
And nostalgias of walking down the aisle.
You would never know how bravely she stands
And readily takes anything that the heaven grants
Never underestimate her age
She has survived many wars
There she stands archaic and old
Give her little, she will return many-fold.
