In the fields where silence sings,Wildflowers bloom with gentle grace,Colors splash in vibrant rings,Nature paints her warm embrace.Beneath the sky, so vast and wide,Petals whisper in the breeze,Stories of the earth they bide,Echoes of the ancient trees.Golden sunlight weaves through stems,Dances on their dewy crowns,In their presence, time suspends,Lost in hues of purples and browns.Their fleeting beauty, wild and free,Breathes life into the open air,Symbols of pure harmony,Nature’s art beyond compare.