In sunlit pots, a vibrant sprawl, The coleus, leaves that rise and fall. A tapestry of color bright, Emerald, crimson, gold, and white.
Veined and scalloped, edged with lace, A kaleidoscope in sun’s embrace. From emerald depths to ruby’s fire, Each leaf a canvas, set afire.
No two the same, a playful dance, A living flame, a shifting glance. They whisper tales of summer’s hum, Of warmth and life, when days are young.
Though winter’s chill may steal the light, Their spirit burns, a beacon bright. A promise whispered, soft and low, Of colors yet to come, you know.
The coleus stands, a verdant sight, A splash of color, warm and bright. Its leaves unfurl, a painted scene, A masterpiece of nature’s sheen.
From ruby hues to emerald green, Each leaf a jewel, a vibrant queen. They dance and sway in summer’s breeze, A living canvas, full of ease.
A tapestry woven, thread by thread, A garden’s gem, where joy is spread. The coleus thrives, a joyful sight, A burst of color, day and night.
