In gardens where the sunlit whispers sing, The cutest blooms of spring begin their fling. Petals soft as dreams in morning's light, Unfold their grace and paint the world so bright. Daisies twirl in fields with innocent flair, While violets bow with tender, fragrant air. Tulips stand with colors bold and pure, Their vibrant hues a joy that's meant to cure. Each bloom a tale of nature's sweet delight, A fleeting kiss of beauty in the light. Their charm a gentle reminder to embrace The simple joys that every day can grace. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

In gardens where the sunlit whispers sing, The cutest blooms of spring begin their fling. Petals soft as dreams in morning's light, Unfold their grace and paint the world so bright. Daisies twirl in fields with innocent flair, While violets bow with tender, fragrant air. Tulips stand with colors bold and pure, Their vibrant hues a joy that's meant to cure. Each bloom a tale of nature's sweet delight, A fleeting kiss of beauty in the light. Their charm a gentle reminder to embrace The simple joys that every day can grace. ©twisha ray

twisha ray