Standing still in soothing steeping sunlight
She, my basil beauty in the limelight
Queen of shrubs, she truly deserves the name
Straight as a lilly, heading high her fame.
Tiny flowers, but leaves spreading fragrance
Slender body, trumpeting radiance
Holy, Lemon, African, Thai or Sweet
What wide varieties for us to meet.
Tender childish greenish leaves her stems hold
Dried and crushed spreaded over pizza folds
With honey she opens wind pipes at ease
And open gates of heaven for the Greece.
Wonder how to stop praises of your grace
Let me have some divine leaves for my vase.
