A single bloom, a silent prayer, Whispers of grace linger in the air.

In quiet green, a secret sways,
A tender bloom greets golden rays.
Its petals hum a gentle tune,
Of morning dew and silver moon.

A touch so soft, the world stands still,
As nature bends to beauty’s will.
One fragile flower, pure and bright,
Breathes peace into the soft daylight.