In the cradle of dawn, flowers begin to breathe,
Petals unfurling, kissed by the sun’s first gleam.
Whispers of blossoms in the morning light,
A symphony of colors, pure and bright.

Dewdrops linger on the velvet folds,
Reflecting dreams of stories untold.
Each bloom a verse in nature’s tome,
A fleeting beauty, a moment’s home.

Beneath the sky, in fields so wide,
Flowers sway, in the breeze they confide.
With grace they dance, a silent song,
In the world’s embrace, they belong.

Seasons pass, and petals fall,
Yet their memory stands tall.
For in each bloom, a legacy lies,
Flowers blooming, under endless skies.