From earth's dark heart, a fragile stem ascends,
A green tendril reaching, yearning for the sun.
With leaves unfurled, a whisper it transcends,
A silent song of life, its journey begun.
Roots delve deep, anchoring in the ground,
A steadfast hold, a strength that will not yield.
Through sun and rain, a silent dance is found,
A tapestry of green, a story to be revealed.
Then buds appear, a promise of delight,
Petals unfold, a symphony of hue.
From crimson rose to lilies, pure and white,
A vibrant burst of color, fresh and new.
A gentle sway, a whisper in the breeze,
A fragrance sweet, a balm for weary soul.
In every bloom, a silent message seizes,
Of beauty, grace, and life's eternal goal.
So let us pause, and marvel at the sight,
Of nature's art, a masterpiece so grand.
For in each leaf, each petal, bathed in light,
We find a piece of wonder, held in hand.