In a garden where the sunlight spills,

A gentle bloom, the heart it fills,

Petals soft as whispered dreams,

Dancing lightly in golden beams.


With colors bright, a painter's brush,

In hues of pink and vibrant blush,

It sways with grace in the morning air,

A fleeting moment, a beauty rare.


Each dewdrop clings like a lover's sigh,

Reflecting the world in a tearful eye,

A fragrance sweet, a soft perfume,

It beckons the bees to hum and zoom.


In the quiet of dusk, when shadows play,

The flower folds its petals away,

Yet in the night, it holds a spark,

A promise of dawn, a light in the dark.


So here’s to the flower, so tender and true,

A symbol of love, forever anew,

In every petal, a story unfurls,

A timeless reminder of beauty in worlds.