Floral Art on Pale Grey

Take my hand, walk with me.
Pause for a second, what do you see?
Look beyond the daisies dancing,
as soft winds blow, lupines sway, entrancing.
Hidden, unseen, the little blossom peeps.
A piece of my heart, this bloom, it keeps.
In this time, the secret hour,
silence enfolds us, like petals of a flower.
Observe: further, deeper. As light shifts,
colourful sprigs, natures gifts.
Immerse your mind, open your heart;
hear the long lost language, truly see the floral art.
As buds dance in the sunlight,
capture this moment, hold it tight.
Linger a little, but not too long.
Treasure this moment; fall in love with the floral song.