(In a quiet corner of my magnificent home’s backyard, it stands tall amidst a sea of humble bushes and unassuming grasses: solitary, stately and magnificent. Adorned with clusters of ivory flowers that shimmer like silver in the sunlight, it fills the air with an intoxicating fragrance. It beckons and lures. And one yearns its proximity. On a moon lit night, the white carpet of delicate flowers that the tree sheds in abundance create a surreal sight, soothing, mesmerising.
This is the Glory Bower, a tree of exquisite beauty and multiple utility, a well-known gem of Ayurvedic treasure.)
In resplendent isolation, you stand tall, Dwarfing the vegetation, a verdant thrall, Elegance boundless in your stately grace, Ivory blooms, a vision of celestial space. Ivory flowers, tubes of silver spun, Trumpet-shaped blossoms, kissed by the sun, Hues in pink, dreams they gently shower, O! Magnificent Glory Bower, in this midnight hour. A chance tree, nature's whimsical delight, Defying convention, in the soft moonlight, Leaves of green, with serrated grace, Embrace the night, in an amorous chase. As I stand near, 'neath the silvered sky, A carpet of moonbeams, our spirits fly, My heart dances, in the pale moonlight, And my soul soars, in this enchanting sight. In gardens and parks, your presence we savour, Elegance and grace, a gift to our behaviour, Butterflies dance, hummingbirds hover, In your aura, we're enthralled, oh, Glory Bower. Cultural heritage, in every leaf and root, A remedy for ages, from wisdom's rich fruit, For fevers, skin, and ailments, tender care, In Clerodendron's embrace, we find repair. Medicinal secrets, a treasure's cherished chest, In Ayurveda's warmth, forever blessed, From inflammation to rare ailments, a healing affair, Clerodendron's gifts, in the fragrant air. On nature’s glorious canvas, you play a part, A tree of wonder, from the soul to the heart, Enchanting all, from places near and far, The Glory Bower, a radiant star.
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