In the meadow where the wildflowers bloom bright,
Their colors paint whispers in the morning light.
Each petal tells a story of the earth’s delight,
Dancing softly in the dawn’s gentle sight.

Among the grasses, they sway and they sing,
Carried by the breeze, their voices take wing.
A symphony of hues in nature’s own spring,
Wildflowers’ chorus, a timeless fling.

Beneath the vast sky, they stretch and grow,
Embracing the sunlight, their faces aglow.
In the heart of the wild, love they bestow,
On every creature that passes below.

As night falls and the stars softly gleam,
Wildflowers whisper secrets like a dream.
In their silent beauty, they reign supreme,
Guardians of the meadow, in moonlight’s beam.