The Buttercups Poem

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In a meadow ablaze with golden light,
Where the sun's warm rays dance in delight,
Blooms a carpet of flowers, bright and fair,
Like a golden tapestry, beyond compare.
The buttercups, with petals so yellow,
Glowing like sunshine, bright and mellow,
Their cups turned upwards, to the sky,
As if to catch the sun, as it passes by.
Their fragrance sweet, a summery scent,
Inviting bees and butterflies, intent,
To sip their nectar, with buzzing glee,
In a symphony of nature's harmony.
The meadow sways, with a gentle breeze,
As the buttercups sway, with graceful ease,
Their golden petals, a joyful hue,
A treasure of nature, so simple and true.
Children frolic, in the meadow's embrace,
Picking bouquets, with smiles on their face,
A gift from nature, so pure and bright,
The buttercups, a source of pure delight.
So, pause a moment, in the meadow's charm,
Amidst the buttercups, in nature's arm,
And let their beauty, your heart lift up,
In a golden moment, with the buttercups.