Fragrances

In gardens lush where colors bloom, Amidst the sun's sweet golden gloom, There lies a world of fragrant hours, A symphony of nature, a dance of flowers. Petals soft as morning dew, In every shade and vibrant hue, Whisper secrets to the breeze, A language heard by birds and bees. The rose, adorned with thorns so rare, A symbol of love beyond compare, Its scarlet petals gently sigh, Underneath the azure sky. The lily, dressed in purest white, An emblem of serenity and light, Unfurls its beauty with regal grace, A vision of elegance, a heavenly trace. The sunflower, with its face so bright, Follows the sun from morning till night, A cheerful sentinel in fields of gold, Its tale of resilience, forever told. In meadows wild and forests deep, Where dreams and nature softly meet, The flowers bloom, a magical sight, Filling the world with sheer delight. Their fragrance floats on zephyr's wings, A melody that nature sings, Each petal, a verse in life's grand story, A testament to nature's boundless glory. So let us cherish, with hearts sincere, These blooms that bring the world such cheer, For in their beauty, we find the power, To brighten every fleeting hour.