In the garden where the roses bloom,
A tale is told of petals’ grace,
Each flower whispers through the gloom,
A silent song in nature’s embrace.

The lilies stand with heads held high,
Their fragrance fills the morning air,
Beneath the blue and endless sky,
They dance with elegance so rare.

The daisies laugh in fields so wide,
Their joy is pure, their hearts are light,
In meadows green, where dreams reside,
They bask in sun’s warm, golden light.

And as the evening shadows fall,
The flowers close their eyes in peace,
The nightingale’s sweet, soothing call,
Brings them a gentle, sweet release.