Bloom of Wonder

In fields of green and landscapes bright,
Amidst the world of sound and sight,
A blooming flower stands apart,
A wonder of nature's art.

With petals soft as silk and dew,
Its colors vibrant, bold and true,
It stands tall, a living gem,
A symbol of life's precious stem.

In the morning light, it wakes from sleep,
Its petals curling, oh so deep,
Stretching toward the sun's warm rays,
A dance of life, in a subtle grace.

And as the day unfolds its story,
The flower basks in all its glory,
Its beauty, seen by all who pass,
A treasure in a world of mass.

Its fragrance, sweet as summer air,
A scent that tells of nature's care,
A symphony of perfumes rare,
That soothes the soul, that lays it bare.

Its dance, a waltz of elegance,
A symphony of softness and grace,
A marvel of living innocence,
That fills our hearts with sweet embrace.

And as the seasons come and go,
The flower's journey, we can know,
From bud to bloom, from youth to age,
Its beauty, a constant on life's stage.

For as the world around us changes,
The flower's bloom, it still ranges,
A reminder of the beauty that lies,
In the moments that we can't disguise.

And so we stand, in awe and wonder,
At nature's gift, in its thunder,
A blooming flower, a living thing,
A beauty that makes our hearts sing.

For in its bloom, we find a truth,
A beauty that's eternal, that's smooth,
A wonder that knows no bounds,
A reminder of life's sweet sounds.

So let us cherish the blooming flower,
In all its beauty, in all its power,
A symbol of life's preciousness,
And a reminder of our own happiness.