Whispers Among the Marigolds

In golden rows they softly bloom,

Like whispers dancing through the gloom.

Each petal holds the breath of light,

A flame that warms the edge of night.

Beneath the sky so vast and wide,

The marigolds refuse to hide.

They stand through storms, they soak in rain,

And yet they rise with hope again.

No fame they seek, no songs they claim,

They glow without the need for name.

A silent lesson, bright and clear:

Be bold, be kind, and persevere.

Their roots run deep in humble ground,

Yet lift the air with scent profound.

A field of fire, yet soft and sweet,

Where earth and heaven seem to meet.

So when you pass, take time to stay,

Let nature wash your doubt away.

Among the marigolds, you’ll find,

The peace we chase, the gentler mind

This poem was written with the assignment of Ai