Golden Magnolia

I watched the flowers,
Hanging from the tree.
They were a rich colour
And smelled very sweet.

I walked towards tree
Of the Magnolia so golden.
I heard it sing
Songs new and olden.

It sang of all things
Those flowers meant.
The words were memories
That stayed and never went.

The beautiful flowers,
Innocent and pure,
Reminded me of you,
For sure.

The cool breeze suggested
This fancy little idea,
Would you mind if I called you,
My Golden Magnolia?