In the evening light, The soft glow of dusk, The flowers whisper secrets, Each petal a soft breath, Swaying in the gentle wind.

I kneel in the cool grass, A world bathed in gold, Colors mingle and dance, Violet, red, and blue, A painter’s palette alive.

The scent is sweet, intoxicating, Nature’s perfume, delicate, As I close my eyes and breathe, I can feel the bloom of the moment, A quiet celebration of beauty.

• Richard Wright