Cannonball Flower

In gardens bright with colors bold,
Where stories of nature's tales are told,
There blooms a flower, a sight to see,
The Cannonball, in its majesty.

With petals like a cannon's sphere,
It bursts with beauty, year by year,
A globe of white, in vibrant green,
In nature's grand, enchanting scene.

Its fragrance wafts on gentle breeze,
A fragrant gift that seeks to please,
And as it blooms, in splendor's grace,
It paints a smile on every face.

Amidst the leaves, it proudly stands,
A testament to nature's hands,
A symbol of life's strength and power,
The Cannonball, a precious flower.

From bud to bloom, it does evolve,
A story of life's cycles, we resolve,
To cherish moments, big and small,
Like Cannonball, we stand so tall.

So in the garden, take a pause,
And contemplate life's hidden laws,
For in the Cannonball's embrace,
We find a beauty, that time can't erase.