In meadows kissed by gentle sun's embrace,
Where fragrant blooms adorn each verdant space,
There grows a flower, humble yet so fair,
With petals soft, like whispers in the air.
Oh chamomile, with dainty petals white,
You fill the day with warmth and soft delight.
Your fragrance floats upon the breeze's wings,
And with each breath, a sense of calm it brings.
In tranquil fields where time moves slow and sweet,
You sway in rhythm, nature's soft heartbeat.
Your golden center basks in daylight's gleam,
A beacon of serenity, a tranquil dream.
At night, you close your petals, tenderly,
As stars above keep watch, so silently.
Yet still, your essence lingers in the air,
A soothing balm, a remedy so rare.
Oh chamomile, in gardens, fields, and wild,
You are a gentle muse, a tranquil child.
In your embrace, we find a peaceful rest,
Chamomile, in you, our dreams are blessed.