From blades of grass where warm winds sway,
An Asian leaf begins its way,
Its scent is bright, sharp, clean, and clear,
A fresh green note that lingers near.

It masks the scents bugs love to find,
Confusing trails they chase in mind,
Spiders wander, pests retreat,
As nature guides their quiet defeat.

Add drops to water, wipe each space,
Light stains lift off without a trace,
Odors fade, the air feels new,
A clean that feels both crisp and true.

Blend it soft with coconut oil light,
Apply before the buzzing bite,
On skin or clothes it stands its ground,
A trusted guard where pests are found.

In shampoo stirred, a few drops go,
To clear the scalp and let it glow,
Buildup fades, the roots feel free,
Fresh strands sway effortlessly.

Bright and bold yet grounded too,
A grass-born oil both strong and true,
From home to hair to summer air,
Citronella travels everywhere.