Amidst the mountains of Bhutan,
Grows a tree so tall and rare,
The Bhutan Cypress, a majestic wonder,
That fills the air with a fragrance so fair.

With its bark in shades of purple,
And leaves in hues of green,
The Bhutan Cypress stands tall and regal,
A sight like no other, to be seen.

As the wind blows through its branches,
A melody so soothing, it brings,
And the tree stands still, in all its glory,
A symbol of peace and calm, it sings.

For centuries, this tree has thrived,
In the rugged terrain of Bhutan,
A treasure that nature has provided,
To preserve and cherish for generations to come.

Oh, Bhutan Cypress, a symbol of strength,
A sentinel of the land so pure,
May you stand tall and thrive forever,
And your beauty, forever endure.

Beneath your canopy, may the people of Bhutan,
Find solace and tranquility,
And may your roots run deep, to anchor the land,
In harmony and serene stability.

Amidst the mountains of Bhutan,
Grows a tree so tall and rare,
The Bhutan Cypress, a majestic wonder,
That fills the air with a fragrance so fair.

Thank you all

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