A fragrant story, to be told.
The petals open, soft and light,
A beacon shining, day and night.
From sunny yellow, to crimson red,
Each bloom a wonder, overhead.
The gentle breeze, a whispered song,
As petals dance, where they belong.
A field of daisies, white and pure,
A single rose, with love secure.
The lilies grace, with stately air,
A symphony of scents, beyond compare.
So next time you see, a flower bloom,
Remember the beauty, chasing gloom.
A gift from nature, delicate and rare,
A work of art, beyond compare.