In the heart of dawn, where roses bloom,
Whispers of the enchanted gardens loom,
Each petal a secret, each leaf a tale,
Of dreams that wander, and hopes that sail.

Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Sunlight dances, a golden sheen,
Shadows play, a gentle waltz,
In a realm where time halts.

Fragrance of jasmine, sweet and pure,
A promise of peace, untouched, demure,
Paths of cobblestone, winding and free,
Leading to realms of tranquility.

Evening descends, a velvet shroud,
Stars awaken, silent and proud,
In the enchanted gardens, night does sing,
A lullaby of nature, a timeless ring.