In a floral realm, the spaceman roams,
A world beyond what he has known.
The air is thick with sweet perfume,
And colors dance like a symphony tune.
He walks among the towering blooms,
Their vibrant hues like bright costumes.
With each step, a new discovery,
A world of wonder, a symphony.
The petals soft as silk he feels,
The nectar sweet, the fragrance real.
A surreal landscape all around,
As if in dreams he had been found.
