Baskadia

Amidst the morning's gentle light they sway,

The flowers bloom in colors bright and gay.

Their petals soft as whispers in the breeze,

A fragrant symphony that nature frees.

In meadows green or gardens neatly planned,

They grace the earth, a vibrant, living band.

Each petal tells a story of its own,

A secret tale in nature's grandest throne.

The roses, red as passion's fiery blaze,

Declare love's fervor in a thousand ways.

The lilies, pure and white as driven snow,

Reflect the grace in every heart they know.

The sunflowers, with faces to the sky,

Seek out the sun and never question why.

The tulips, standing tall in rows so neat,

Invite the world to dance at nature's feat.

Oh, flowers, how you paint our world with grace,

A gift from Earth, a smile on nature's face.

In every bloom, a touch of beauty's hand,

A testament to life's eternal strand.