Glory of the Flower
In gentle breeze, it stands, so fine,A burst of color, bold, divine.Each petal tells a tale of might,Under the sun, a splendid sight.Its roots in earth, so deep, so strong,A silent song, a flower’s throng.Morning dew, its crown of grace,In nature’s gown, it finds its place.Not in shadows, nor underfoot,But in the light, its beauty…