Beneath the azure skies they sway,
A symphony of colors, bright and gay.
Petals soft as morning’s kiss,
In gardens where dreams find bliss.

Each bloom a whisper of nature’s art,
A tapestry woven from the heart.
In fields and meadows, they gently dance,
Inviting all to take a chance.

Sunlit daisies and roses bold,
Secrets of the earth they hold.
In their fragrance, stories old,
Of love and life, gently told.

Through seasons they persist and grow,
Teaching us the beauty of letting go.
Flowers are the soul’s gentle plea,
To see the world as it should be.