The language of flowers, whispers in hues,
A silent symphony, nature's muse,
Each petal, a word, in a secret code,
A message of love, that nature bestowed.

Roses, red as fire, burning with love,
Lilies, white as snow, purity above,
Daisy, yellow and bright, a loyal heart,
Tulips, wild and passionate, a love apart.

The language of flowers, a silent art,
A message to convey, from the heart,
A reminder that beauty, is all around,
In nature's language, forever bound.