Flower Poem by Pushp Sirohi

A flower blooms in the morning light,
With colors so vibrant, so pure, so bright,
It sways in the gentle breeze,
Dancing to the song of the trees.

Petals soft as velvet, delicate and fair,
A fragrance sweet, filling the air,
A symbol of love, of hope and grace,
A reminder of life's fleeting embrace.

Each flower tells a story, unique and true,
Of love and joy, of pain and rue,
A testament to life's endless cycle,
Of birth and death, of joy and trial.

So let the flowers bloom, in all their glory,
Let them tell their story, their unique story,
For in their beauty, we find solace and peace,
And in their fragrance, our fears and worries cease.