In the meadow, where wildflowers bloom,
A symphony of colors consumes the gloom.
Each petal whispers tales of old,
In hues of crimson, blue, and gold.
They dance with the wind in gentle sway,
Under the sunâs warm, golden ray.
Their fragrance fills the summer air,
A tapestry of beauty, beyond compare.
Amongst the daisies and the clover,
Butterflies and bees hover over.
Natureâs palette, so vivid and bright,
A living canvas in the light.
The wildflowers sing a song of peace,
Their beauty offering sweet release.
In their presence, hearts find rest,
In the meadow, we are truly blessed.