"Well, hello, Little Lady," Spring announces with the tip of a hat, "did ya notice me?"
Well, yes, it's warmer than usual, so I felt it Didn't see it until the scent caught me, a lasso pulled taut, making me back-step a few paces until yes, I noticed
Rich purple bloom clusters hang like oversized Christmas ornaments on short, shrubby trees
Inhaling her sweet scent isn't necessary she's everywhere even if you aren't standing near her
Texas mountain laurel
she's like lilac, but instead of dainty heels, she wears boots with spurs
she's like lilac, but with attitude don't mess with her like ya don't mess with Texas
Don't underestimate her strength underneath all her beauty she snaps spring to attention drawing honeybees into her presence her signature scent announcing