In the garden of shadows where whispers play,
Lies the essence of beings, wild and free;
A tapestry of light and shade at bay,
We weave dreams into reality’s sea.

Hearts sway to the rhythm of endless skies,
In search of truths hidden in the breeze;
Echoes of laughter, whispers, and cries,
Mingle in the tapestry of leaves.

The gentle touch of nature’s tender hand,
Guides us through the labyrinth of time;
Yet, in the stillness, we often stand,
Questioning the paths we choose to climb.

Through the dance of stars and moonlit streams,
We forge our bonds with earth and sky;
In the silence, we find our dreams,
As the spirit of nature draws us nigh.