Beautiful Jaman trees in my backyard stand,
Their branches reaching toward the sky,
With leaves of green, they form a band,
Providing comfort as the seasons fly.
In summer, they offer shade so cool,
From the scorching sun, a welcome rest,
And in winter, with leaves so few,
Their trunks provide warmth, a joyous quest.
Sweet Jamans, so delicious and rare,
A treat for all who taste their fruit,
With beautiful hues of plum and purple fair,
Their flavour lingers an aftertaste shoot.
Our friends and neighbours come from near and far,
To savour their flavour, and bask in their shade,
And as they leave, they all will say,
'Tall Jaman trees, in beauty displayed.'
So here's to you, my beloved trees,
Standing tall, with grace and ease,
In my backyard, where all can see,
The beauty and wonder, for all to be.
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