Sunlit Meadows

In fields of green where dappled light,

Caresses petals, golden bright,

There roams a soul, a nature's child,

Whose heart with wildflowers is beguiled.

Amidst the dance of daffodils,

Their beauty blooms, the air it fills,

With fragrance sweet, a gentle breeze,

That rustles leaves among the trees.

With every step, a path they trace,

Through meadows vast, a sacred space,

Where sun-kissed blooms in colors fair,

Paint nature's canvas, rich and rare.

Their eyes alight with joy and mirth,

As they embrace the vibrant earth,

With hands outstretched, they touch the sky,

And feel the world come alive nearby.

For in the company of flowers bright,

This nature addict finds delight,

In every petal, every hue,

They see the world anew, anew.

So let them wander, let them roam,

In fields where daffodils call home,

For in their presence, they will find,

A peace that soothes the restless mind.