In the garden of whispers, I stand alone,
Where shadows dance and secrets are sown.
A canvas of stories, untold and wide,
Seen through lenses of those who bide.

The sky, a tapestry of dreams in flight,
Painted by souls in the still of night.
Each star a tale, a glimmer of past,
Through eyes that wander, ever steadfast.

Rivers of thoughts flow gentle and free,
Carving paths where none can see.
Mountains of silence echo the calls,
Seen by the heart as each tear falls.

In the dance of life, perspectives weave,
A symphony of visions, as we believe.
For in every glance, a world may reside,
Through different eyes, a shared divide.