In fields where wildflowers sway and dance,
Beneath the golden sun’s warm glance,
Their petals soft, in colors bright,
They weave a tapestry of light.

The roses blush with crimson hue,
While violets bathe in morning dew,
Each bloom a story, quiet and true,
Of love, of hope, and skies so blue.

The lilies stand with grace and pride,
Their fragrance spreads both far and wide,
A silent song they gently sing,
Of joy and peace that flowers bring.

In gardens where these flowers reside,
Nature’s secrets do they confide,
A world of beauty, pure and grand,
In every flower, a magic hand.