Oh the sight of the westeria tree, is a jewel among us all,

the cherry blossom could see, the beauty that hangs from me…

The sun kisses me, like no other tree,

for me the birds do sing, and drink my nectar free…

Dressed in purple shades, my colors are like no other,

I’m so wonderfully made, other trees dont even bother…

The wild oak tree, or the redwood tall and strong,

the spreading sequioa, they dont even have a song…

They say the westeria tree, is where our master rested last,

before he returned to heaven, he blessed and held me fast…

Thats why my flowers bow, in humility and honor,

in rememberance of that hour, when he came and sat by me…..