Wonders of Flowers

In the fields and meadows, where the sun shines bright,

There bloom the flowers, in a wondrous sight,

Their petals soft and delicate, like a whispering breeze,

They sway in the wind, like dancers at ease.

Each flower is unique, with its own hue and scent,

Some bright and bold, some subtle and quaint,

Their beauty touches the heart, like a gentle caress,

And fills the soul with joy, and peacefulness.

The rose, with its velvety petals, and sweet perfume,

Is a symbol of love, and a symbol of bloom,

It speaks of passion, and of deep devotion,

And fills the heart with a heavenly emotion.

The lily, with its pure white petals, and regal grace,

Is a symbol of purity, and a symbol of faith,

It speaks of innocence, and of divine virtue,

And fills the heart with a peace, that's ever true.

The sunflower, with its bright yellow petals, and smiling face,

Is a symbol of warmth, and a symbol of grace,

It speaks of happiness, and of a sunny disposition,

And fills the heart with a joy, that's beyond comprehension.

The daisy, with its simple charm, and delicate form,

Is a symbol of simplicity, and a symbol of norm,

It speaks of humility, and of a modest beauty,

And fills the heart with a contentment, that's never haughty.

And so, the flowers, in their myriad hues,

Speak to us, of a world, that's full of clues,

Of a world, that's vast, and yet so near,

Of a world, that's beautiful, and always dear.

For in each flower, there's a message, that's true,

Of love, of faith, of joy, and of virtue,

And if we listen closely, with our heart and soul,

We'll hear the flowers speak, of a world, that's whole.