In the quiet dawn, where shadows stretch and yawn,
The plants awaken, swaying with the breeze,
Their leaves a canvas of morning’s gentle ease,
Each stem a silent symphony, a greenish pawn.

Beneath the azure sky, where sunlight gently kisses,
The flowers bloom in splendor, colors bright,
Their petals whisper secrets of the night,
In gardens where the heart finds tender blisses.

Roots entwine in earth’s embrace, so deep,
Drawing strength from soil, a hidden might,
In every leaf, a story of the light,
Where nature’s wisdom, ancient, does it keep.

As twilight falls, and stars begin to peep,
The plants stand tall, in moonlit silver sheen,
Their presence calm, a living, breathing scene,
In nature’s arms, eternal vows they keep.