My pieris, awaking with bells in the spring,
A cascade of pearls swaying serenely.
Crimson sunrise accompanies a scene of delight,
An elegant marvel, shrouded in the mist.
My oleander, brimming with fiery passion,
A vibrant flush of colours against the summer sky.
Yet subtle scent harbours perilous deception,
A deadly allure, ablaze in the afternoon heat.
My osmanthus, bursting with profuse blossoms,
A mellow reflection on the harvest moon.
Intense fragrance wafts in the cool autumn breeze,
A tranquil witness of jubilant festivities.
My camellia, unfurling with grand glory,
A jewel of patience in the early morning frost.
Resilient beauty shines in petals bright,
A rosy flush on the white winter cheek.
