In fields of gold, where sunbeams play, The flowers bloom in light of day. Their petals soft, like whispered dreams, In gentle breeze, they sway in streams.
With colors bold, they paint the land, A masterpiece so finely planned. Each bloom a gem, a precious sight, In morning’s glow and evening’s light.
Among the trees, they stand so tall, Their fragrance sweet, a siren’s call. Their beauty shines, a radiant fire, In nature’s realm, they never tire.
In meadows wide, where rivers flow, The flowers dance, in graceful show. Their silent songs, the heart does sing, In nature’s embrace, eternal spring.
So let us wander, hand in hand, Through fields of gold, in wonderland. Where flowers bloom, and dreams take flight, In the symphony of day and night.
