Hydrangea Trees Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

Harmony would follow Spring's appearance

In the eternal bond of their adherance

And also would come the birds and their choir

All added together, made spring conspire



Bees covered the flowers, jasmine, the air

When fair was time and time was fair

Blissful daffodils, they'd bloom in threes

Over by the hydrangea trees



And in the tire swing, my feet slashed through clovers

For the Seraph's peaceful weather had taken over

I danced in it, I loved the sweet jubilee

That bloomed the little hydrangea trees



The dandelions that floated on the bottom of the sky

Days when ground squirrels forgot to be shy

And even butterflies came to enjoy the breeze

Fluttering beside the hydrangea trees



Careless children within it parade

And sit out selling lemonade

And old couples remember times like these

On their rockers beside the hydrangea trees



The blue and purple fragile bunched blooms

Never appear a minute to soon

They make life simple, they make life sweet

Remember to admire the hydragea trees