In the whispering gardens of dawn,
Where light and shadow dance as one,
Petals unfold, kissed by the sun,
As morning dew adorns the lawn.

The flowers sing their silent hymn,
To the soft breeze that gently glides,
Through verdant leaves and ancient limbs,
Nature’s beauty in quiet strides.

A tapestry of colors bright,
Weaves stories of the earth and sky,
In every bloom, a spark of light,
A living canvas to the eye.

Among the rows of fragrant blooms,
Time seems to pause, in nature’s hold,
The whispering gardens gently croon,
A tale of life, forever told.