Ode; a poem meant to be sung

Oh, blossoms fair, in hues so bright,

In gardens dressed in pure delight.

A symphony of petals, a fragrant choir,

Nature's artistry, the soul's desire.

With every petal, a story unfolds,

Of secrets whispered and love retold.

A fragrant ode to life's fleeting hours,

In your embrace, we find storied flowers.

Oh, flora fair, beneath the sky's vast dome,

In your existence, a perennial poem.

Symbol of hope, of love, of endless springs,

In your essence, the heart forever sings.