CYATHEA
A tropical fern bends, as gentle trade winds blow,Majestically tall and slender, swaying ever so slow.
True beauty of nature, we oft times miss,
The gentle persuasion, a tender kiss.
Magical and mystical, this beauty stands proud,
If not for my silence, I'd shout out loud.
Serenity and beauty, surround this tender fern,
Stop and watch the mystery, we've a lot to learn.
Others have beauty, nature makes it so,
Cyathea stands above the rest, steals the show.
If no other could survive, stand the test of time,
Cyathea would be the one, to teach this world to rhyme.
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