Baskadia

Amidst the meadow's gentle sway,

Where sun-kissed blooms in colors play,

A symphony of petals dance,

In nature's evergreen romance.

The rose, in passionate attire,

Ignites a burning, fervent fire,

Its velvet touch, a fragrant kiss,

In gardens of eternal bliss.

Tulips stand in rows so neat,

Their vibrant hues, a vibrant treat,

They bow and nod in gentle breeze,

As secrets whispered through the trees.

Daisies, with their faces bright,

Greet the dawn's first golden light,

In innocence, their hearts unfurled,

They grace the canvas of the world.

The orchid, mysterious and rare,

With elegance beyond compare,

Intricacies unfold in grace,

A masterpiece in nature's space.

In wildflower fields, colors blend,

Where beauty knows no distant end,

A tapestry of life's grand scheme,

In every petal, a precious dream.

So, flowers in their splendid art,

A masterpiece from nature's heart,

In gardens, fields, or vases, they bloom,

Bringing joy and chasing gloom.