Geranium

In gardens kissed by morning dew, Geraniums rise like fine painting on the canvas of earth, Their petals an articulate design in scarlet hue, Each bloom radiates a joyous story of rebirth. Their leaves, like emerald shields, stand strong, Guarding secrets whispered in the wind, In sunlight's embrace, they sing their song, A symphony of colors, unconfined. With stems that reach for azure skies, They dance with grace in summer's breeze, Their fragrance, a whispered lullaby, Carried by the wings of bees. Like sentinels in nature's grand design, Geraniums bloom, a living art, Their beauty, a beacon that ever shines, A testament to nature's heart.