Lyrics
In a meadow bathed in morning light,
A single flower blooms so bright.
With petals soft and colors fair,
It dances lightly in the air.
From humble seed to vibrant bloom,
It brings a touch of life to gloom.
In every hue, in every shade,
A story of the earth displayed.
The flower’s grace, a gentle sigh,
A whisper to the passersby.
In silent beauty, pure and true,
It captures hearts with every view.
With roots deep in the fertile ground,
It stands serene without a sound.
Through rain and sun, through wind and snow,
It thrives and grows, it learns and knows.
In springtime’s blush, in summer’s heat,
In autumn’s gold, in winter’s retreat,
The flower’s cycle, round and round,
In every season, new life is found.
Its fragrance sweet, its essence pure,
A symbol of the love that’s sure.
In gardens wild, in fields so vast,
The flower’s bloom will ever last.
For in its heart, a secret lies,
A testament to azure skies.
The strength to grow, the will to thrive,
In every petal, life’s alive.
The flower speaks in silent tones,
Of nature’s wonders, earth’s own poems.
In every bud, in every leaf,
A world of beauty, life so brief.
Yet in its brevity, we see,
The power of fragility.
For in the flower’s fleeting grace,
We find our place, we find our space.
A symbol of what’s pure and true,
In every red, in every blue.
The flower teaches us to be,
To love, to grow, to simply see.
So in the garden of your heart,
Let every flower play its part.
In love and hope, in dreams that tower,
Let life be like a blooming flower.
