Gregory's Server
**1-Lyrics by oofinhater**
In meadows kissed by zephyrs fair,
Where whispers weave through scented air,
A flower dances, delicate and free,
A spirit born of wind, it be.
Behold the windflower, slender and slight,
A vision of grace in morning's light.
Its petals, pale and ethereal, unfurl,
Caressed by breezes that softly swirl.
In meadows green, it finds its home,
Where gentle zephyrs freely roam,
It bends and sways with a graceful flow,
A dancer twirling, a rhythmic show.
Its hue, a hue of purest white,
Like snowflakes falling in moon's soft light.
Yet amidst its petals, a hint of gold,
A touch of sun, a secret untold.
The windflower blooms where no eyes see,
In hidden corners, where wild and free.
It thrives amidst nature's tender embrace,
A symbol of beauty, in a wilder space.
Oh, windflower, delicate and rare,
Your presence brings solace, beyond compare.
You teach us to bend and gracefully sway,
To embrace life's winds, come what may.