Amidst the meadow’s lush embrace, they dance,
Petals whisper secrets in the gentle breeze,
Colors blend in a symphonic trance,
A tapestry of nature’s soft decrees.

Each blossom tells a tale of sun and rain,
Of mornings kissed by dew and golden light,
Their beauty speaks of joy and subtle pain,
A fleeting glimpse of life’s pure, radiant might.

In the garden’s heart, a quiet song,
Roses hum their ancient lullaby,
Lilies stretch their stems, so proud and long,
To touch the azure canvas of the sky.

As twilight falls, the nightshade softly blooms,
Stars alight within their fragrant breath,
Flowers weave their dreams through twilight’s glooms,
A dance of life, of love, beyond mere death.