A petal soft and delicate,
A stem strong and true,
A flower in bloom,
Is a beauty to pursue.
With colors bright and bold,
Or soft and demure,
A flower's radiance,
Is always pure.
It's a symbol of new beginnings,
A sign of spring's return,
A reminder of the beauty,
That can always be discerned.
So let us take a moment,
To appreciate the flower,
For it's a gift to all of us,
In every passing hour.