Henna

The magic that henna casts upon us
By making over it, unceasingly fuss 
Is not surprising since from days of yore
If one were to listen to any folk lore
The beauty of henna is always stressed upon
Even in the days that are past and gone.
Who could ever imagine that such a small shrub
Whose leaves, if ground and rubbed
And mixed with tea leaves and various other things
Would produce a substance that was fit for the kings
Yes, if it was the flower that the substance to us lent
We would be happy since it has a wonderful scent
But the dry leaves emerging in a grand new form ,showing its glory
Is surely something great, since though its not hoary
One Can write reams, and yet fail to describe its glory
YES -  this small wonderful shrub is truly worth a story.