In Oregon, Wisconsin, where nature's artistry lies,
There blooms a flower, a wonder to the eyes,
The Abutilon Biltmore BallGown, is named,
With tiger stripes and beauty untamed.
Amidst the fields, it gracefully sways,
A marvel from afar, a sight to amaze,
Its dangling lanterns, a radiant hue,
An orchestra of colors, a dream come true.
In gardens adorned with nature's delight,
This Chinese lantern dances day and night,
Its blooms, a symphony of shape and grace,
Captivating hearts, in every place.
Its petals whisper tales of distant lands,
Of China's mountains, where it firmly stands,
A treasure rare, a gem from the East,
In Wisconsin's embrace, it found its feast.
The gentle breeze, a partner in its dance,
As sunlight weaves through leaves, a trance,
It glows like fireflies on a summer's eve,
A spectacle of wonder, it does achieve.
Oh, Abutilon Biltmore BallGown, fair and bright,
Your tiger stripes fill the world with light,
In Oregon's embrace, you found your home.
