In lands where Mediterranean breezes blow,
And Central Asia’s secrets quietly grow,
There lies a shrub, Vitex it is named,
With leaves like fingers, berries darkly famed.

From this blessed shrub, with petals of blue,
Comes oil that whispers of wellness true.
Vitex berry, essence divine,
A gift to balance, to soothe, to refine.

In drops so small, its power unfolds,
To harmonize the body’s intricate holds.
For hormones rioting, seeking repose,
Vitex berry whispers, it gently bestows.

Blend it with coconut’s comforting touch,
On belly and throat, it works wonders as such.
A potion to balance, to calm the soul,
In moments of chaos, it plays its role.

When pain creeps in, its presence is near,
Mix it with coconut, let it appear.
Gently it eases, soothes every ache,
A balm for the weary, a solace to take.

And when muscles tighten, in spasms they strain,
Vitex berry whispers, releasing their pain.
With coconut’s embrace, it melts away,
Leaving behind a peaceful sway.

So praise to the Vitex, so ancient and wise,
For the solace it brings, for the calm in our cries.
In drops of its essence, we find our reprieve,
A remedy cherished, in which we believe.