Amidst the field of green and gold,
A beauty blooms, so bright and bold,
Its petals soft, its colors fair,
A flower blooms without a care.
Its gentle fragrance fills the air,
A perfume sweet beyond compare,
And all who see it stop and stare,
Entranced by nature's tender flair.
The sun shines down upon its face,
A gentle breeze, a warm embrace,
And as it sways with gentle grace,
The flower finds its rightful place.
For though it may seem small and frail,
This flower tells a timeless tale,
Of beauty, love, and endless grace,
Of life renewed with every trace.
And so it stands, a thing of wonder,
A symbol of a world so tender,
And as it blooms, it draws us under,
A spell of peace, a perfect splendor.