In fields where silence gently weaves,
Wildflowers dance in the soft embrace,
Colors blend as daylight leaves,
A tapestry of natureâs grace.
Beneath the vast and endless skies,
Petals sway to the whispering breeze,
Their beauty hidden from hurried eyes,
A secret kept among the trees.
Amidst the grasses, they find their place,
Resilient in their gentle bloom,
A fragrant song in natureâs space,
Defying shadows, dispelling gloom.
As twilight falls with tender light,
Wildflowers glow in eveningâs sigh,
A fleeting glimpse of natureâs might,
In quiet fields where dreams lie.