In the gentle embrace of the moonlit night,
Gardens whisper secrets to the stars.
Flowers bloom in silent, silver light,
Their scents carried on the breeze, afar.

The pathways glow with a mystical sheen,
Where shadows dance beneath the trees.
Each leaf and petal, a part of the scene,
A tranquil symphony in the evening’s ease.

Insects sing their nocturnal song,
A chorus of life in the midnight air.
The gardens weave a tale so long,
Of hidden wonders, beyond compare.

As dawn approaches, the whispers fade,
Yet the memory lingers in the heart.
The gardens’ secrets, softly laid,
Await the night to again impart.