Lullaby for the Camellias: Day 16

Branches wind-whipped scrape softly

Against the vinyl siding of my bedroom

Low like drum brushes swishing a rhythm

The swaying trees form the strangest backing band

They scrape a backing beat for a lullaby

That my dad recites gently in the doorframe

He sings Delta Dawn, low and earnest

"What's that flower you have on?"

It's the camellias bursting

With neon pollen outside the window

I'd peel them open, fingers perfumed

Sticky pink and dusty yellow

He made the song sounded like a spell

Some magic Country chant that cast safety

With a glow like a night light

I can't imagine a mansion in the sky prettier

Than the pink camellia shedding velvet petals

To the windy anthem of endearment

Prompt: "Today, try writing a poem that similarly imposes a particular song on a place. Describe the interaction between the place and the music using references to a plant and, if possible, incorporate a quotation – bonus points for using a piece of everyday, overheard language."