In the quiet dawn, where the light softly dances,
Petals unfurl, whispering secrets of grace.
A symphony of colors in gentle advances,
Each bloom tells a story, a time and a place.

The sun kisses lightly, a tender caress,
Waking the blossoms from their slumber deep.
In the garden’s heart, they rise and confess,
Dreams woven in silence, promises to keep.

Dewdrops linger, like tears of the night,
Reflecting the dawn in prisms of light.
Each flower a beacon, a soul taking flight,
In the tapestry of morning, a beautiful sight.

As the day unfolds, in fragrant embrace,
Petals sway softly, in the gentle breeze.
A moment of peace in a world of haste,
The language of flowers, a silent release.