The trees by the bridge

Embraced the Winds of Destiny

The Magical Tree

A mesmerizing rain in pink

Of countless fragrant blooms

Hands together shaping the clay

Born a bond as fresh as a plume

With a glorious scented golden glow

An invisible treasure potent

In between our hands held in care

Come the shadow Come the sun

And vagaries of world Of seasons all

Yet full in bloom the Magical Tree

Always a scented bed of blossoms ours

Under the Magic Tree

In ceaseless Shower Pink

In measureless time of endless bliss

Grey clouds in solitude of sky

Forever turn into rainbow hues

Done