In the gentle hush of morning light,
Petals awaken in soft embrace,
Colors dance in vibrant delight,
Nature’s canvas, a tender grace.

Each blossom whispers a tale untold,
Of sunlit days and moonlit nights,
In hues of crimson, gold, and bold,
A symphony of fragrant sights.

Through the breeze, their stories flow,
Carried by winds with a gentle sway,
In gardens where the wildflowers grow,
Their beauty thrives, come what may.

Beneath the vast and azure skies,
A tapestry of life unfurls,
In every bloom, a secret lies,
As nature paints with gentle swirls.