In a garden’s tender bed, the painter’s brush hath gently led
A ballet of blooms, a vibrant spread,
Colors and shapes in congress wed.
Petals soft as morning’s kiss,
Crimson reds and purples bliss,
Each a distinct silhouette
In nature’s grand minuet.
Some stand tall, with prideful necks,
Others sprawl, with curling flecks,
Together they all coalesce,
A symphony of hues express.
Daisies white as driven snow,
Sunflowers with a golden glow,
Roses with their scented breath,
A tapestry of life and death.
Lavender waves in gentle breeze,
Lilies sway with effortless ease,
Irises which to the skies reach,
A painter’s palette they do beseech.
In this canvas so divine,
Every stroke and every line,
Speaks of diversity’s might,
Under the sun’s warming light.
The artist, with a wistful eye,
Captures each under the sky,
So all may see and all may know,
The beauty where these flowers grow.