Whispers of Flowers

In quiet fields where soft winds play, The flowers bloom to greet the day. With colors bright and petals wide, They dance with grace, no need to hide. They do not speak, yet tell us much, Of morning light and evening’s touch. They teach us how to bloom with pride, To stand up tall, yet feel inside. So when you pass a flower small, Remember beauty lives in all— In silent strength and colors true, The world is kinder thanks to you.