In the heart of meadows wild and free,The wildflowers paint a tapestry,Colors dancing in the gentle breeze,A symphony beneath the trees.Golden sunbeams kiss their petals bright,Underneath the vast and endless sky,Each bloom a story, whispered in the night,As moonlit shadows softly glide by.In their silence, secrets softly told,Of earth’s embrace, and days of old,They sway to rhythms of the earth,Celebrating life and its rebirth.Oh, wildflowers, in your fleeting grace,You teach us beauty, time cannot erase,A fleeting glimpse of nature’s art,Etched forever in the heart.