In a realm of vibrant hue,
Where flowers talk and colors ensue,
A world of whispers, reds, and blues,
Their language dances on morning dew.
Petals sing in gentle breeze,
Their secrets shared through colors, please,
Golden yellows, and pinks that tease,
A symphony of hues that never cease.
Marigolds gossip in shades of bright sun,
Their laughter resonates, a chorus begun,
Violets whisper in shades of midnight,
Their tales of mystery, a mesmerizing sight.
Every petal tells a story,
Of love, of joy, of former glory,
The language of the flowers so bold,
Their vibrant hues, a sight to behold.
In this realm of sentient blooms,
Their language transcends past earthly dooms,
Communicating through their radiant skin,
A world where vibrant colors always win.