And stories dance on moonlit string,
Rests a treasure, rich and rare,
Sandalangin, beauty without compare.
Upon its tree, its leaves unfurl,
A symphony of nature's swirl,
Bright emerald and deep, glossy green,
Nature's tapestry, a vibrant sheen.
Beneath the canopy, the blossoms glow,
As delicate petals come and go,
Tiny stars in a twilight's embrace,
Whispering secrets, a floral chase.
Joey Arrogate, with words so fine,
Captured Sandalanging's scent divine,
In verses gentle, soft, and sweet,
He paints a world where fragrances meet.
"Oh, Sandalanging, bloom of grace,
A dance of colors, a fragrant space,
Your tender touch, a gentle breeze,
Lifting my spirit with poetic ease."
His ink flows like a perfumed stream,
Guiding readers to an aromatic dream,
Where senses awaken, hearts aglow,
Immersed in Sandalanging's gentle flow.
Each stanza holds a beauty rare,
A fragrant tribute, beyond compare,
From Arrogate's pen, a symphony,
Unveiling Sandalanging's majesty.
So, come, dear traveler, let your soul be free,
Discover Sandalanging's poetry,
In Arrogate's words, find endless delight,
Where scents and stories take joyous flight.