Cornflower

In fields of green, 'neath the azure sky,
A bloom of blue catches the eye,
Cornflower, delicate and fair,
With petals soft as a summer's air.

Amidst the wheat and golden grain,
You dance and sway in gentle rain,
A splash of color, vivid and true,
In the meadow's tapestry, we find you.

Your petals, like the heavens above,
A shade of blue that all hearts love,
A symbol of grace, in nature's hand,
A reminder of beauty across the land.

With slender stems that reach for the sun,
Your presence tells us the day's begun,
A beacon of hope in the morning light,
A promise of joy, from dawn till night.

Oh, Cornflower, in your simple grace,
You paint the world a brighter place,
In meadows, gardens, and open fields,
Your beauty and charm, to all it yields.

So let us cherish your lovely hue,
A symbol of nature's wonders, too,
In every season, you brightly sing,
Cornflower, a timeless, eternal thing.