In a meadow where the wildflowers bloom,
Their colors blend in nature’s room,
A symphony of hues so bright,
They dance beneath the moonlight.
Petals whisper secrets of the breeze,
A gentle touch that aims to please,
Their fragrance fills the night air,
A delicate embrace, beyond compare.
Stems that sway with grace untold,
In the moonâs soft glow, a story unfolds,
Each flower stands as a symbol of peace,
A testament to natureâs feast.
In the quiet of this enchanted space,
Time pauses to admire their grace,
The flowers, in their silent way,
Remind us of beauty that will never fade away.