Magnolia,
your petals open like whispered secrets,
soft and tender,
bathing in the warmth of a fleeting sun.
A scent lingers in the air,
earthy and sweet,
drawing me closer to a place where time slows.

Your branches stretch like arms in a quiet embrace,
and beneath your shade,
the world feels a little less sharp.
You bloom in silence,
a quiet protest against the hurry of life,
reminding me that beauty doesn't need
to be loud.

Magnolia,
you are the stillness of a moment captured,
the promise of new beginnings
in the quiet fall of petals.