Spring knows the Mamagnolia tree will soon embellish the sky with pink flowerlets and breathe sweet perfume into the air. As she watches over me, her jade jewelry sways peacefully in the wind. I look up to her budding branches and see hope, prosperity, and lifelong growth.
Summer knows the Mamagnolia’s delicate pink petals will sing, laugh, and dance in the wind, selflessly giving her love, smiling at everyone who comes to visit her, energizing their day. As she watches over me, her branches lean down to embrace me and her gentle flowers kiss my cheek. I look up to see her sparkling crimson ocean in the sun and I see playfulness, happiness, and unconditional love.
Autumn knows the Mamagnolia tree has been cunningly collecting all of the experiences and stories throughout the year to store them in her roots. As she watches over me, I intently listen to her as she tirelessly shares her
advice and adventures with me.
Winter knows the Mamagnolia tree will be standing strong no matter how hard the snow, hail, and wind comes down. As she watches over me, her crystal branches gleam with perseverance. I look up to her frosted branches and see patience, determination, and devotion.
I know that I have the most magnificent Mamagnolia tree. As she watches over me, I am inspired and encouraged as her radiant energy and brilliant colors surround me. I look up to her and I am lucky to call her mine.