Write a short beautiful poem for wildflowers, preferably with inspiration.

You are blooming in a difficult situation, you are fragrant in the deep forest, you are rooted in your native land, you are tossing and turning with the wind, smiling at the bright sun, giving butterflies a rest and letting bees suck your essence. You are the pride of mother nature, and you are an example of greenhouse flowers. How can I not sing praises for you? How can I not admire you? How can I not be emotional for you?