She loved the Magnolia tree.
She said it was a friend amidst a strange unfriendly place.
The geese and ducks nested under the Magnolia tree.
The branches lay low tickling the ground beneath.
From sunrise to sunset the Magnolia tree was her solace.
The branches swayed slowly in the wind.
The dark green leaves matched her eyes.
The scent from the Magnolia flower made her smile.
The Magnolia tree knew her childhood and youth.
Stood guard as she raised her family in its shadow.
The flowers it gave decorated her home
And lay on the grave of her dead.
She loved the Magnolia tree.
She said it was a friend amidst a strange unfriendly place.
Now she is at rest beneath the Magnolia tree
The Magnolia tree was her friend.
Jill Autrey Dorman 
It’s always been one of my favorite trees with that gorgeous white flower. As a child, the neighbors had a huge tree that hung over our side fence and I have fond memories of the Magnolia tree and now we reside in Magnolia, TX.