Blossom’s Grace

A gentle beauty, soft and slow.

With colors bright, a fragrant kiss,

The flower blooms in nature's bliss.

A dancer in the meadow’s green,

Its elegance remains unseen.

Each petal tells a silent tale,

Of breezes light and suns that pale.

In gardens wild or tamed with care,

It spreads its charm beyond compare.

With whispers soft in colors bright,

It graces day and fades to night.

A symbol of life's fleeting grace,

It blooms, it fades, a tender face.

In each small blossom, time does show,

The gentle art of letting go.