Amidst the fields of green and gold,
A gentle beauty does unfold.
A flower blooms with grace and might,
Its colors shining in the light.
Petals soft as silk and smooth,
Their fragrant scent is quite a proof
Of nature's gift, so pure and true,
A masterpiece in every hue.
The sun and rain upon it pour,
Its beauty still forevermore.
A symbol of love, hope, and peace,
A flower's grace will never cease.
So let us pause and take a breath,
And gaze upon this gift we're blessed.
For in this simple, wondrous thing,
We find a joy that makes us sing.
