Oh yarrow, herb of healing grace,
In you, we find a gentle embrace,
A timeless remedy, nature’s art,
Healing body, mind, and heart.

Yarrow, healer of the ages past,
With feathery leaves and blooms amassed,
A herb that stands a meter high,
Pink-white crowns reach for the sky.

In ancient times, you soothed the pain,
From battle wounds to ailments’ strain,
Your essence, pure, in oil refined,
A myriad uses we now find.

For those who suffer hemorrhoid plight,
A touch of yarrow brings relief so light,
With coconut oil, a blend so fine,
Applied to ease, where troubles align.

When emotions whirl like stormy seas,
Yarrow in a diffuser brings peace with ease,
A calming wave, a soothing balm,
Restoring balance, restoring calm.

Digestive woes, discomfort’s blight,
A touch of yarrow makes it right,
With gentle hands, apply with care,
And find relief from the burdens you bear.

For hair that’s lost its strength and sheen,
Yarrow’s gift is evergreen,
In shampoos mixed, it works its charm,
Restoring health, protecting from harm.