Magnolias Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

The first magnolias I perceived
I thought… Has an alien ship landed?
Is this a Martian? Flower bed.
Even its name, Soulangeana
A saucer-shaped magnolia,
I later found it was like a mantra.
It was completely shocking.
In its pink-white stocking
Rubbing my sore eyes. I gazed.
At its luminosity, all at once amazed.
But all in the blink of an eye
All are commonplace once again.
All have a common standard dye.
Where nothing stands out matters again.