In meadows kissed by morning dew,
Where nature's palette comes to view,
A tapestry of colors bright,
Bathed in the golden sun's warm light.
Oh, gentle blooms that grace the land,
With fragrant petals, soft and grand,
Each blossom tells a tale untold,
Of secrets kept, of love unfold.
The rose, adorned in crimson hue,
Symbol of love, forever true,
Its velvety touch, a tender grace,
A symbol of passion's warm embrace.
Tulips, in their vibrant array,
In gardens, they proudly sway,
Their elegant stature, standing tall,
Exuding beauty, captivating all.
The daisy, simple and unadorned,
In innocence, its charm is formed,
With petals white as purest snow,
It whispers of love's sweet, gentle flow.
Lilies, with their regal pride,
In pristine white, they do reside,
Their fragrance fills the balmy air,
A symbol of purity beyond compare.
And sunflowers, with their golden face,
Turned towards the sun's warm embrace,
They bask in its radiant, golden light,
Bringing joy and warmth to every sight.
Oh, flowers fair, a wondrous sight,
A symphony of colors, pure and bright,
Each petal, delicate and sublime,
A testament to nature's endless rhyme.
So let us cherish, with hearts sincere,
These blossoms that bring us cheer,
For in their presence, we are blessed,
With nature's beauty, we are caressed.
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