In the garden of time, flowers bloom bright,
Petals whisper secrets in the soft twilight,
Colors blend into the evening’s embrace,
Each bloom a story, each scent a grace.
Dew-kissed mornings bring life anew,
With every dawn, the flowers grew,
Sunlight dances on their delicate faces,
Nature’s ballet in silent, gentle paces.
Through seasonsâ change, they stand tall,
Witness to summer, spring, winter, and fall,
Their beauty a testament to the world’s lore,
In their presence, time seems to pour.
When night falls, they whisper goodnight,
Under the moon’s soft, silvery light,
Dreams of petals drift in the air,
Flowers, forever, a symbol of care.