Beneath the golden sun, they softly sway,
In gardens where dreams and colors play.
Each bloom a story, whispered through the breeze,
A symphony composed by rustling leaves.

Petals unfurl in the morning light,
Painting the world with hues so bright.
In their silent grace, they gently speak,
Of beauty found in moments unique.

Dewdrops glisten on their tender skin,
Reflecting the world they quietly spin.
A tapestry woven by the hands of time,
Each flower a verse, each scent a rhyme.

As twilight descends, they close their eyes,
Resting beneath the vast, starry skies.
In dreams they dance, where night gently falls,
Until dawn awakens their silent calls.