In hues of pink and purple’s glow,
Echinacea sways where soft winds flow.
A healer’s bloom, both strong and fair,
She whispers health into the air.
Her gracious depth, a glowing spark,
Guides weary souls through shadows dark.
With roots so deep and petals wide,
She mends the body, soothes the tide.
A steadfast balm in nature’s art,
She lends her strength, a healing heart.
Echinacea, the garden’s grace,
A flower of life, a sacred space.