When I was working in New Orleans I'd heard about this magnificent Magnolia tree in Beaumont. I drove over on my day off to find it was too early for blooms.
Fortunately we have a beautiful Magnolia here on our property. I am lucky to believe hard enough that Mother Nature sates my needs sometime. I'm a lucky lady!!!!

I drove all the way to Beaumont just to see a Magnolia bloom
Longing for the miracle of the Southern Cross that looms
In all my awakenings and all my crossroad turns
I never looked upon anything like this need and ever yearn
The scent of Magnolia honey and the offering that it gives
Is a great Southern tradition from Dixie where it lives
I'd battle for my lead in line and fiend my foes to Hell
To taste the passion fruit of buds for this one Southern Belle
I'd fight a herd of buffalo and swim the mighty Gulf
I'd fly through a vortex cloud and capture all it's gusts
I'd be as strong as possible to cast away illusion
Then watch the beauty open up
To only be intruding
I went to Beaumont Texas to witness passions' token
Instead I found the child in me when it refused to open
Gone again the dream curtain
This illusion of a quest
To see the treasure first hand
Then quietly be dismissed.