In the gentle glow of morning’s first light,Petals unfold, revealing secrets untold,A tapestry of colors, woven so bright,Stories of nature’s grace softly enfold.
Beneath the azure sky, a garden’s embrace,Each bloom a testament to time’s tender care,The whispers of the wind in delicate chase,Carrying dreams upon the fragrant air.
In twilight’s hush, their vibrant hues remain,A silent serenade to the fading sun,With every sunset, they dance once again,A symphony of life, never truly done.
When night descends, stars watch from above,Guardians of the dreams flowers impart,In the moonlit glow, they speak of love,Nature’s endless art, a beating heart.