17/11/2025
Life is a song that blooms at dawn,
Each note a petal, soft and worn,
Where melodies dance through golden air,
And harmonies float everywhere.
In fields of flowers, colors blend—
Each hue a verse that will not end,
The wind conducts with gentle hands,
While sunshine plays through verdant lands.
Some blooms are bright, their chorus strong,
While quieter stems hum their song,
The bees compose a buzzing tune,
As butterflies waltz beneath the moon.
Through seasons' change, the music flows,
From spring's first chord to winter's close,
Each flower fades, yet leaves behind
A seed of song for those to find.
So dance among the petals' sway,
Let life's sweet rhythm guide your way,
For in this field where flowers grow,
Your heart will learn the songs you know.
