FLORES 9

Flowers 9

YELLOW AND BLUE.

In meadows bright where yellow daisies bloom,Their petals catch the sun's warm, golden rays.They dance with joy and banish all the gloom,Their laughter echoing through endless days.

Bluebells sway in gentle evening breeze,Their azure hues a whisper of the sky.They nod in time with rustling of the trees,And in their silent grace, the world goes by.

The yellow primrose wakes with morning light,Its cheerful face a promise of the dawn.While blue forget-me-nots, in twilight's sight,Unveil their secrets, soft upon the lawn.

Together in the fields, they paint a scene,A tapestry of colors pure and bright.The yellow bold, the blue so serene,They weave a story in the soft sunlight.

And when the day gives way to dusk's embrace,The flowers close their petals for the night.In dreams, they mingle in a timeless space,Their beauty shining in the pale moonlight.

The yellow sunflower turns to meet the sun,Its gaze unwavering, full of life's bright cheer.The blue delphinium, shy and withdrawn,Still stands with dignity, forever dear.

As seasons change, these flowers come and go,But in their fleeting time, they leave their mark.The yellow and the blue, they ebb and flow,A symphony of color in the park.

The daffodils in springtime burst to life,Their yellow trumpets heralding the year.While blue hydrangeas, free from winter's strife,Bloom boldly, casting off the last cold fear.

In gardens wild and tended, side by side,These flowers grow, a testament to grace.The yellow bold, the blue a humble guide,Together they transform the simplest place.

And as we wander through life's fleeting hours,May we find joy in simple things that gleam.In yellow and in blue, these humble flowers,We see the beauty of a living dream.