Eternal Grace in the Garden

In the garden where I often roam,

The Callistemon Citrinus sits in its home.

White Anzac blooms with a gentle grace,

Brightening up this dim place.

The flowers stand tall, so still and bright,

In the soft, warm glow of the afternoon light.

Their petals are like stars in the day,

Turning the garden into a radiant display.

With every breeze, their sweet scent flies,

A hint of grace under clear blue skies.

Though seasons change and time moves on,

The White Anzac remains, never gone.

Deep in the garden, it softly sings,

A memorable gift that each year brings.