The Sunny Field

In fields of green, where dreams reside, Beneath the sun, a world untied. Emerald blades, a gentle sway, Where nature's symphony holds sway.

The sun, a painter, bold and bright, Kissed dewdrops with its golden light. Woke sleeping petals, soft and deep, From slumbering buds, secrets to keep.

The flowers yawned, a rainbow's gleam, Poppies blushed, a scarlet dream. Daisies danced, a sunny sight, While buttercups laughed with all their might.

Then buzzed the bees, a furry flight, Drawn to the blossoms, oh so bright! They sipped sweet nectar, gold and pure, A joyful feast, forever sure.

From bloom to bloom, they gently flew, Collecting pollen, golden hue. The flowers nodded, pleased and gay, "Come back tomorrow," they seemed to say.