In the shade of a live oak tree,
Gardenia buds are unfurling,
With their aromatic sweetness,
With flowers prized by every girl.
Spanish moss hangs on the branches,
As chayote vines ascend trees limbs ,
As their green fruit  dangles on  limbs
like ornaments on Christmas trees,
Soon to be part of the evening meal,
On the sturdy picnic table,
Under shade of the live oak tree.