In the meadow where the wildflowers dance,
Colors weave a tapestry of chance.
Petals whisper secrets to the breeze,
Their fragrant tales carried with ease.

The sun kisses each delicate bloom,
Awakening life from winter’s gloom.
In shades of ruby, gold, and blue,
A vibrant world comes into view.

Butterflies waltz from flower to flower,
Drunk on nectar, hour by hour.
In their flight, a gentle art,
A dance that speaks to the heart.

As twilight descends with a gentle sigh,
Stars bloom in the velvet sky.
The flowers rest, their stories spun,
In dreams beneath the setting sun.