In a realm where dreams and wonder twine,
A flower blooms with grace divine,
Petals spun from luminous glow,
Whispering secrets only they know.

With every breeze, it sways and spins,
A ballet born from joyous whims,
Colors shimmer in the air,
Dancing free without a care.

In twilight’s hush, beneath starry light,
It pirouettes through velvet night,
Living fully, bright and free,
A radiant soul in eternity.

A symbol of pure, fearless grace,
Rooted yet soaring in enchanted space,
This flower’s life, a shimmering song,
In a world where magic belongs