Glorious and charming, strange pride of Flora,
In itself inquisitive and fresh newness borne
Modestly, yet with purpose grows somewhere;
The order and style lend look and loyal care
With changing colours from yellow to red turn
Reaching the fruit form amidst a curious aura
Truly reveals the symbol of cool, sure frith with
Wisdom and maturity of divine Portia of the myth
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