In the quiet dawn, wildflowers sing,
Their gentle hues in harmony’s ring.
Soft whispers carried by the breeze,
Dance through the meadows with effortless ease.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
They find their place, their vibrant home.
Each petal tells a story untold,
Of nature’s beauty, bold and old.

The sun awakens their hidden grace,
Painting the fields with a delicate trace.
Colors blend in a radiant spree,
A masterpiece for all to see.

As twilight falls, they gently sway,
In moonlit beams, they softly lay.
Eternal whispers in the night,
Wildflowers sleep ’til morning light.