In the quiet dawn, flowers sway,
Petals whisper secrets of the day.
Colors burst in soft sunlight,
Nature’s canvas, painted bright.
A gentle breeze carries their song,
In fields where they belong.
Dew-kissed and softly glowing,
A silent tale of life flowing.
In gardens where dreams reside,
Blossoms dance with graceful pride.
Each bloom a story to unfold,
In hues of pink, blue, and gold.
As the sun dips low and fades,
A floral chorus serenades.
Night wraps them in a tender embrace,
Until dawn brings a new embrace.