In meadows where the wildflowers bloom,
A symphony of hues does grace the day,
With petals soft and scents that loom,
They dance in winds that gently sway.
Beneath the forest's shaded dome,
Bluebells carpet the forest floor,
In quiet glades where creatures roam,
Their beauty whispers tales of yore.
On alpine peaks where snow abides,
Tiny blossoms brave the chill,
In rocky nooks, their color hides,
Yet there they flourish, steadfast still.
By coastal sands and ocean's breath,
Sea lavender and glories thrive,
Against the storm, they cheat at death,
In nature’s cradle, flowers strive.