In the quiet garden of whispered dreams,
Trust blooms like roses, bold and deep,
Petals open to the morning sun,
In honestyâs embrace, secrets sleep.
Beneath the boughs where truth resides,
Words are gentle, kind, and true,
A world where promises never hide,
And every heart is made anew.
The path of trust winds softly here,
Where honesty lights the way,
Through shadows that once held fear,
Now bathed in the glow of day.
In this garden, pure and free,
Souls find solace, hand in hand,
For in trust and honesty,
We find a love that understands.