As I walk through the art of Bonsai's life, I take a look at my tree and realize, It's been pruned and trained in so many ways, In the Bonsai world, I spend my days.
I'm a Bonsai artist, tending to my green, With the National Bonsai Exhibition on the scene, In Rochester, NY, where the magic unfolds, Where the stories of Bonsai are proudly told.
Bonsai's Paradise, where beauty's found, In the heart of nature, we cultivate the ground, In the National Bonsai Exhibition's grace, Bonsai's Paradise, this sacred
We nurture our trees, with patience and care, In this miniature world, we're aware and rare, From the roots to the branches, every detail precise, In this Bonsai's Paradise, where dreams take flight.
In Rochester, we gather, enthusiasts so true, At the exhibition, where the Bonsai dream grew, From maple to pine, in pots small and grand, In this Bonsai's Paradise, we all understand.
Bonsai's Paradise, where beauty's found, In the heart of nature, we cultivate the ground, In the National Bonsai Exhibition's grace, Bonsai's Paradise, this sacred place.
We celebrate the art, tradition, and skill, In this Bonsai's Paradise, where passions instill, With scissors and wire, we shape and we mold, In the National Bonsai Exhibition's story, we're told.
So join us in Rochester, where Bonsai thrives, In this paradise of art, where our spirit revives, With respect for nature, we stand side by side, In the Bonsai world, our hearts open wide.
Bonsai's Paradise, where beauty's found, In the heart of nature, we cultivate the ground, In the National Bonsai Exhibition's grace, Bonsai's Paradise, this sacred place.