The Love of A Flower's Touch

In fields and gardens, they shine bright, Dancing in the breeze so light. A symbol of love, hope, and grace, Their beauty, too, leaves a trace. In shades of red, pink, and blue, Their fragrance, sweet and fresh like dew. Graceful petals, curves, and lines, A beauty that's divine and fine. They bloom in spring and summer days, Their petals as soft as a baby's gaze. They speak a language of their own, A beauty that's not limited to just one tone. Roses, lilies, daisies, and more, Each a wonder, a different score. A poetry in motion, a dance so pure, Their presence, a thing that will forever endure. So when the world feels all too much, And chaos reigns with its constant rush, Take a moment, look and breathe, And let the sight of flowers relieve. For in their beauty, there's a balm, A rest, a peace, a soothing calm. So let the flowers be your guide, A gentle reminder, that beauty in life we can always find. -V