Valley of Flowers
A valley blooms in endless spring.
Petals weave a vibrant way,
A path of hues in bright array.
Gold and crimson, lilac light,
Softly swaying, pure and bright.
As if the earth in love prepares,
A welcome born of whispered prayers.
Step forth, O traveler, take your place,
In nature’s arms, in her embrace.
For every flower bends and sways,
To greet you with its fragrant praise.