In the gentle cradle of morning light,
Petals whisper secrets of the dawn,
A tapestry woven in colors bright,
As nature’s artistry is gently drawn.

Each bloom a story, each hue a rhyme,
Dancing softly in the breeze’s song,
Time pauses in this fragrant clime,
Where moments linger and dreams belong.

The garden breathes with life anew,
A sanctuary where hearts find peace,
In every drop of morning dew,
The whispers of the flowers never cease.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
A symphony of blossoms sways,
In this blooming world, I find my home,
Among the petals, lost in their maze.