Monarch of the Garden

In a sea of blossoms, rare and grand,

Stands the regal queen, the Peony brand.

With petals like velvet, soft and sweet,

She captivates all who chance to meet.

Her colors vibrant, her fragrance divine,

The Peony reigns, the garden's shrine.

Her presence commands attention and awe,

A true spectacle, without flaw.

But beware her beauty, for she hides a thorn,

A reminder that even in splendor, we are born.

To weather the storms, to stand tall and proud,

Like the Peony, in grace unbowed.

So let us admire, with reverence and awe,

The Monarch of the Garden, without a flaw.

For in her reign, we find solace and peace,

In the beauty of a bloom that will never cease.