In gardens where the lilies bloom,
And roses whisper secrets old,
The air is filled with sweet perfume,
As petals weave their tales untold.

Beneath the shade of ancient trees,
Where sunlight dances on the leaves,
The softest breeze carries with ease,
The song that nature’s heart conceives.

Paths of ivy, moss, and fern,
Lead to corners yet unknown,
Where flowers in their beds do yearn,
To kiss the morning light they’ve grown.

In twilight’s gentle, fading glow,
The garden whispers soft goodbyes,
Until the dawn begins to show,
The magic in the morning skies.